“What are you talking about? You aren’t hungry surely, after that go-in at the shop?”
“Have we got enough for two days?”
The party opened their eyes, and began to suspect the drift of the inquiry.
“No; but Maynard owes us a loaf, and Spanker some butter, and those kids in Reynolds’ study half a tongue.”
“All right; go out and get it all in, sharp. Scrape up all you can.”
“What, are we going to have a blockade?”
“Rather. You don’t suppose we’re going to cave in to Clapperton, do you?”
“But we shan’t want enough for two days, shall we?”
“Shan’t we, that’s all! To-morrow’s exeat day, and no school. Next day’s Sunday, and next day exeat doesn’t end till twelve. We may have to stick out three days.”
“Whew! we shall want a lot of grub,” said Cash.