So you've lost your chum, eh ?" "You seem to know all about it," I growled, by no means won over by the vague compliments bestowed on me.
"Oh, yes, I know all about it," cried Horncastle, mounting his high horse, and offended at my tones.

"We were too respectable for him here.
But we ain't going into mourning for him.

And if you go too we shan't blub.

Shall we, you fellows ?" "Not exactly," replied the chorus, with much laughter.
I ate a miserable breakfast, and sallied forth disconsolately to my now solitary walk to the office.
Would Jack Smith turn up at Hawk Street?
That was a question which exercised not only me but the other fellows who had witnessed yesterday's catastrophe.
I hardly knew what to hope for.

If he did come, I didn't know what I should do, or how I should meet him.