"Hooray, Clapperton! The money's turned up, and Rollitt's no thief.

Ain't you glad ?--and, oh, I say, Clapperton--hooray!" "Come here," said Clapperton, sternly.
But, oh dear no; Lickford was pressed, and couldn't stay.
"The young asses!" growled Clapperton.

"Why can't they keep their precious news to themselves?
If they'd tried, they couldn't have made bigger nuisances of themselves.

I suppose, now, Yorke will--" The door swung open again, and Ramshaw, hanging on to the handle, swung in with it.
"Hooray, Clapperton! Rollitt's no thief.

That money's turned up.
Ain't you glad?
I am--good evening." This final greeting was cut short by a ruler which Clapperton sent flying at the messenger's head.