“Rather not, unless we’ve got our kicking boots on.”
“All right,” said I, feeling I must play one or two of my trumps. “I sha’n’t tell you what I was going to.”
“Pooh, we know all about it,” said Coxhead. But it was plain by the way they had all pricked their ears they did not.
“Oh, if you know, it’s all right. But you don’t know the latest.”
“We don’t want to, unless it’s that old Tempest has got off.”
“That’s just what it is,” said I triumphantly.
“Good old Sarah! how do you know?”
“Never mind, it’s a secret; but it’s a fact, honour bright.”
“What, has he paid all his bills?”
“They’re all paid, I know that.”