Bob and the girl regarded each other.
'Who was that ?' said the former suspiciously.

'I half believe it was Jeck Bartley.

If Jeck is up to any of his larks, I'll make him remember it.

You wait here a minute!' He walked at a sharp pace towards the suspected quarter.

Scarcely had he gone half a dozen yards, when there came running from the other end of the Passage a girl whom Pennyloaf at once recognised.