"I suppose my trap's not grand enough for you." "Can you give us a lift, then, Bill ?" asked Gus, charmed at the idea.
"Yes, to be sure; I've no company to-day.

There's just room.

Hop in.
I may as well turn an honest penny as not.

Here, you young sinner, jump up beside me on the box." And before Charlie knew where he was or whither he was going he found himself on the box of the waggonette beside the flash youth, and his four friends behind him inside.
"Who's your friend, Gus ?" he heard Margetson ask.
"Son of Belsham, who keeps the `Green Tiger' at Randlebury.

We're in luck, I can tell you, you fellows." As Charlie gradually recovered from his bewilderment he felt himself extremely uncomfortable and ill at ease.