"They're both going to pitch into me for telling the other.

What a mule I was ever to come to Templeton." But Dick's first words dispelled these gloomy forebodings effectually.
"Keep your pecker up, old man, Georgie and I are both going to back you up.

We'll pull you through somehow." "I've got ten bob," said Georgie.

"That's twenty-seven-and-six.
Perhaps he'll let you off the other half-crown." Considering he had not abstracted the pencil at all, Coote inwardly thought Mr Webster might forego this small balance, and be no loser.
And he half-hinted as much.
"It's an awful shame," said he, "not to believe my word.

I really don't see why we ought to stump up at all." But this proposal by no means suited his ardent backers-up, who looked upon the whole affair as providential, and by no means to be burked.
"Bound to do it," said Dick decisively.