But the presence of Dick and Heathcote deterred him for the present, and he contented himself with a promise that tilted the new boy's hat back into its proper elevation with wonderful celerity.
"Never mind him," said Heathcote, "he always doubles up after five or six rounds." "Do you mean he will fight me ?" asked Coote.
"Bless you, yes!" "To-day, do you think ?" "Don't know.

Depends on what he's got in his bag.

If it's a cargo, he won't be out for a couple of nights." All this was very alarming to Coote, who devoutly hoped Culver's "cargo" might be big enough to keep him many nights in unloading it.
Dick and Heathcote led their junior partner rejoicing to the housekeeper, and assisted in counting out his shirts and socks.

They then took him to show him off in the lobbies, deserting him once or twice, to his consternation, in order to greet some crony or take part in a mild shindy in the studies.
The presence of their "new kid" inspired them with a wonderful fund of humour and audacity.

His astonishment flattered them and his panics delighted them.