You are hereby summoned on urgent business.

Hereof fail not at your peril.'" "What do that mean ?" again inquired Dig.

"What right has Wake to threaten us ?" "Don't you see, Wake, whose father is a pettifogging lawyer, is going to get up a make-believe law court--I heard him talk about it last term-- instead of the regular debating evening.

The best of it is, we kids shall all be in it, instead of getting stuck on the back bench to clap, as we generally are." "He's no business to tell us to fail not at our peril," growled Dig.
"What will they do ?" "Try somebody for murder, perhaps, or--why, of course!" exclaimed Arthur, "they'll have somebody tried for that Bickers row!" "By the way," said Dig, returning to the great question on his mind, "you never told me if you really knew who did it." Arthur's face clouded again.
"How should I know ?" said he shortly.

"What's the use of talking about it ?" There was something mysterious in Herapath's manner which disturbed his friend.