It's all your fault good old Rollitt's gone." "Those six Abernethys won't last him long," suggested Cash.
"No.

We must keep a stock of them now, and call them `Rollitt's particular.' I fancy they might fetch three-halfpence each." "I say," said Wally, "I vote we find Rollitt.

He's not a bad sort, you know." "All very well," said Percy, "if one only knew where to look." "It's my notion he's either gone home or to the top of Hawk's Pike.

I don't well see where else he could be." "London ?" suggested Cottle.
"Not got the money." "Walked there ?" "Not got the boots." "He can't be hanging about near here.

Everybody knows him.