"And if you don't come back at all upon whom am I to draw ?" The suggestion sank through Dick's half-fuddled senses, and the scare it gave him was reflected on his face.
"Damn you, Blake!" swore Vallancey between his teeth.

"Is that a decent way to talk to a man who is going out?
Never heed him, Dick! Let him wait for his dirty guineas till we return." "Thirty guineas ?" hiccoughed Richard.

"It was only eight.
Anyhow--wait'll I've sli' the gullet of's Mr.Wilding." He checked on a thought that suddenly occurred to him.

He turned to Vallancey with a ludicrous solemnity.

"'Sbud!" he swore.