Gadsby looked alarmed. here! he exclaimed. “Look Courteay tired!” “I’m not anywhere near that dashed island, I can tell goin’ you! those I’m leavin’ rotters alone!” than one of killing a said Pon, “More ways cat.” with a glitter in his eyes. they knew at “Suppose Greyfriars that the rotters were over here.” keep it said Gadsby. “They’ll dark enough.” might be let “It right.” be a rotter, said Gadsby uneasily. “Oh, don’t Pon!” go about fellows to their beak. “You can’t sneakin’ And it would mean trouble here, too, if you did anything to muck up the match. Courtenay is looking forward to it. And, anyhow, why you let them can’t alone?” they knew at went on Ponsonby, “If Greyfriars,” unheeding. would be up for those cads. “the game The prefects would come over and bag them while they were playin’ cricket.” suppose they would; but------" “I too jolly muttered Monson. “It’s krisky.” “Baggin’ their boat is one thing, but sneaking about them at their school is another. And it would come out, too.” could it come “How out?” things always do come grunted “Well, out.” Monson. always Pon, but “You’re layin’ schemes, they generally come to don’t anythin’, except trouble. Look here! Leave and let ‘em alone ‘em rip!”
Gadsby looked alarmed. “Look here! Courteay tired!” he exclaimed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere near that dashed island, I can tell you! I’m leavin’ those rotters alone!” “More ways than one of killing a cat.” said Pon, with a glitter in his eyes. “Suppose they knew at Greyfriars that the rotters were over here.” “They’ll keep it dark enough.” said Gadsby. “It might be let right.” “Oh, don’t be a rotter, Pon!” said Gadsby uneasily. “You can’t go sneakin’ about fellows to their beak. And it would mean trouble here, too, if you did anything to muck up the match. Courtenay is looking forward to it. And, anyhow, why can’t you let them alone?” “If they knew at Greyfriars,” went on Ponsonby, unheeding. “the game would be up for those cads. The prefects would come over and bag them while they were playin’ cricket.” “I suppose they would; but------" “It’s too jolly krisky.” muttered Monson. “Baggin’ their boat is one thing, but sneaking about them at their school is another. And it would come out, too.” “How could it come out?” “Well, things always do come out.” grunted Monson. “You’re always layin’ schemes, Pon, but they don’t generally come to anythin’, except trouble. Look here! Leave ‘em alone and let ‘em rip!”