I'm bound to catch it, so I may as well have my fling." "You did have your fling, Georgie, and you caught it, too." Georgie was too out of humour to notice the jest.

"You don't catch me caring twopence about it, though," said he.
But his tones belied the valiant words, and Dick looked curiously at his troubled, harried face.
"Why, Georgie," said he, "you're down on your luck, old man." "Blow my luck!" said Georgie, "perhaps I am down on it.

It serves me worse than yours." Dick didn't say anything more just then.

Perhaps because he had nothing to say.

But he didn't like this new state of things in his friend.
Georgie was being spoiled, and would have to be looked after.
Dick was not the only Templetonian who had made this brilliant discovery.