Tempest inquired frequently after his health, and even Redwood knocked off some of his extra cricket to keep pace with it.
"What are you trying to do ?" asked Tempest one day, as his friend looked in.
"Nothing, my dear fellow, only amusing myself, I assure you." "You have a queer idea of fun.

Do you know, I've hardly been out on the river all the term, owing to you." "Don't let me prevent you, old chap.

The exercise will do you good." Tempest laughed.
"I hope yours will do you good.

But two can play at your game." "Two! Half a dozen .-- I've not got my knife into _you_, though." "Who?
Crofter ?" "Rather.

I see no other way of taking it out of him.