Good-bye." "Rather cool cheek of you, Coote," said Dick, as the "Firm" returned to the school, "cadging my father that way for breakfast." "Very sorry," said Coote, humbly.

"I thought we were all in it, that's all." The evening passed anxiously for the boys, and no less so for poor Mr Richardson, who was buffeted about from pillar to post, from lawyer to lawyer, from boatman to pawnbroker, in his honest efforts to extricate his son from his scrape.
The recovery of the _Martha_, he found, made very little improvement in his prospects.

For now she had come back, everybody seemed to be calculating the amount of money she would have brought in had she remained at Templeton during the busy season.

This loss was estimated at several times the value of the boat, and the high-principled prosecutors would hear no suggestion of withdrawing the case until each one of them--partners, pawnbroker, and all--had been refunded the entire sum.
Then, when that was done, the lawyers pulled their bills out of their desks, and hinted that some one would have to settle them; and as neither the partners, nor the pawnbroker, nor Tom White, saw their way to doing so, Mr Richardson had to draw his own inferences and settle them himself.

Then, when all seemed settled, the police recollected that they had had considerable trouble in looking after the case.