'There aren't any more cartridges; we shall have to run home.' But they did not run.

They walked very slowly, arm in arm.

And it was a matter of indifference to them whether the neglected Amomma with two pin-fire cartridges in his inside blew up or trotted beside them; for they had come into a golden heritage and were disposing of it with all the wisdom of all their years.
'And I shall be----' quoth Dick, valiantly.

Then he checked himself: 'I don't know what I shall be.

I don't seem to be able to pass any exams, but I can make awful caricatures of the masters.