He's coming safe enough." "Oh, Dick!" cried his companion.
"Well! What ?" "The powder.

You've never given him the powder, and he'll be as gruff as can be.

Has he had the horn ?" "Had two," said Dick, watching the approaching punt, which was still half a mile away, and being poled steadily in and out of the winding water-lane, now hidden by the dry rustling reeds which stood covered with strands of filmy conferva or fen scum.
"But he hasn't had the powder we promised him." "No," said Dick loftily; "not yet." "Why, you haven't brought it, Dick!" "Haven't brought it, indeed! Why, what's this, then ?" He drew a bottle from his pocket, took out the cork, and poured a little of its contents into his hand--dry, black grains, like so much sable sand, and then poured it back and corked it tightly.
"You are a good fellow, Dick; but I haven't paid my share." "I don't want your share," said Dick loftily.

"Father gave me half-a-crown the other day." "I wish my father gave me half-crowns sometimes," sighed Tom; "but he isn't so rich as yours." "There, don't bother about money!" cried Dick.

"Let's think about the birds.