Oh, what a bar, oh, what--" Francie's eyes lit up greedily, and he looked at his two silver shillings, and took two steps in the direction of the sword-swallower's, and faltered and could not make up his agitated mind.
Tommy set off toward the square at a brisk walk.
"Whaur are you off to ?" asked Francie, following him.
"To tell the man what his swords is worth.

It would be ill done no to tell him." To clinch the matter, off went Tommy at a run, and off went Francie after him.

As a rule Tommy was the swifter, but on this occasion he lagged of fell purpose, and reached the sword-swallower's tent just in time to see Francie emerge elated therefrom, carrying two Andrea Ferraras.

Francie grinned when they met.
"What a bar!" he crowed.
"What a bar!" agreed Tommy, and sufficient has now been told to show that he had found a way.

Even Gav acknowledged a master, and, when the accoutrements of war were bought at second hand as cheaply as Tommy had predicted, applauded him with eyes and mouth for a full week, after which he saw things in a new light.