But long before he was ready for the street, Cameron had crushed his things into a bag and was looking for his hat.
"Hold on! I'm with you; I'm with you in a jiffy," said Dunn.
"My hat," muttered Cameron, searching wildly among the jumble.
"Oh, hang the hat; let it go! Wait for me, Cameron.

Where are you going ?" cried Dunn.
"To the devil," cried the lad, slamming the door behind him.
"And, by Jove, he'll go, too!" said Nesbitt.

"Say, I'm awfully sorry I made that break, Dunn.

It was beastly low-down to round on a chap like that.

I'll go after him." "Do, old chap! He's frightfully cut up.