“Mr Cusack, then,” said Pilbury, “it’s just a dodge of Ikey to floor me in my speech. Why shouldn’t old Mr Cusack— Eh, what say?”
This was addressed to Philpot, who was eagerly trying to prompt his ally.
“Go it, let out at them,” he whispered.
“Why shouldn’t old Mr Cusack go it and let out—that is—all right, Philpot, you pig, I’ll pay you out, see if I don’t. Why shouldn’t old Mr Cusack, gentlemen—er—”
“Do,” suggested Cusack himself.
“Do,” shouted Pilbury, “do, gentlemen—do? Why shouldn’t—(all right, Gus Telson, I see you chucking darts)—why shouldn’t old Mr Cusack—”
“Does any gentleman second the amendment?” asked Mr Isaacs, evidently getting hungry and anxious to be released from his post.
“Yes,” shouted Philpot, “Mr Gentlemen, yes, I do—and—”
“Wait a bit, you howling cad,” exclaimed Pilbury, in excitement. “I’ve not done yet!”
“Mr Philpot!” said Mr Isaacs.