"In this case finding's keeping; besides, I'm not sure if I couldn't get a reward for this if I sent it to the right place." The train began to slacken speed as it approached Ronleigh station.
"Look here, Noaks," cried Jack Vance, in a fit of desperation, "what are you going to do?
You know very well we are not thieves." "I don't know anything of the sort," returned the tormentor, standing up to take his bag off the rack; "all I know is just what I've told you.
See here, Mr.Vance," he continued, rounding on Jack with a sudden snarl, "you were good enough some little time ago to make some very caddish remarks about my father; in the future you'd better keep your mouth shut.

I owe all three of you a dressing down for things that happened at Chatford, and now you'd better mind your P's and Q's if you don't want to be hauled up for housebreaking." With this parting threat the ex-Philistine left the carriage.

Mugford, Jack, and Diggory gazed at one another for a moment with anything but a happy look on their faces.

One after another they slowly gathered up their things and stepped out on to the platform.

Hardly had they done so when they heard their names called, and turning round beheld the small figure of "Rats" rushing forward to meet them.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed.