Oh, you young idiot! That comes of trusting a new kid, that sings comic songs, and parts his hair the wrong side, with a secret.

D'Arcy's nearly as big an ass as you are yourself, to trust you." After this Philippic, Wally felt a little better, and was ready to consider what had better be done.
"He's bound to come here, you chaps," said he.

"You cut.

Leave him to me--I'll tackle him." Fisher minor considered this uncommonly good advice, and obeyed it with alacrity.

The other two followed less eagerly.