And you mustn't worry, either.
That's why I don't give you any further particulars.

There may be nothing in it, after all." His visitor smiled.

"Say, Mr.Sylvester," he said, "you're like the young-ones used to be when I was a boy.

There'd be a gang of 'em waitin' by the schoolhouse steps and when the particular victim hove in sight they'd hail him with, 'Ah, ha! _you're_ goin' to get it!' 'Wait till teacher sees you!' and so on.

Course the victim would want to know what it meant.