Besides, they can't get at you over on our side." This hospitable invitation fitted in with the humour of the company generally, particularly as every moment the door gave a more doubtful sound than before.
In three minutes the whole party was on the grass below, where Fisher minor, returning breathless, with a candle and matches, encountered them.
"Come on, you chaps," said Wally.

"I'd give sixpence to see how they look when they find we've gone--ha! ha!" They salved their honour with a keen sense of the humour of the situation, and followed their host across the Green in the dark, not at all sorry to have a harbour of refuge in sight, though very loth to admit that this rearward movement was a retreat.
At the door of Wakefield's, to their consternation, they met Ranger.
"What on earth are all you youngsters up to at this hour ?" "It's all right," said Wally.

"The shop committee, you know.

We're going to talk things over in my room.

Come on, you Modern kids.