“I wonder why?” asked Silk.
“Because they say they won’t have out their boat again till the fellow’s found who cut the lines.”
“Well, I don’t blame them—do you, Gilks?” said Silk. “I suppose there’s no idea who he is?”
“Not a bit,” said Wyndham; “I wish to goodness there was. Some fool, I expect, who’s been betting against Parrett’s.”
“I could show you a fool who’s been betting on Parrett’s,” said Silk, “and who’s decidedly up a tree now! I say, young ’un, I suppose you couldn’t lend me a sov. till the end of the term?”
“I’ve only got half-a-sov. in the world,” said Wyndham.
“Well, I’ll try and make that do, thanks,” said Silk.
Wyndham pulled out his purse rather ruefully and handed him the coin.
“Mind you let me have it back, please,” he said, “as I’m saving up for a racket. And I say,” added he, leaving, “if you do come across my knife, let’s have it, will you?”