See you at dinner." "Don't be in such a hurry," cries Frank.

"Hold on till I get my rod up.
I'll go with you; I'm sick of flogging this ditch." And he began to reel up his line.
Archie stood speechless.

He took a long while to recover his wits under this direct attack; but by the time he was ready with his answer, and the angle was almost packed up, he had become completely Weir, and the hanging face gloomed on his young shoulders.

He spoke with a laboured composure, a laboured kindness even; but a child could see that his mind was made up.
"I beg your pardon, Innes; I don't want to be disagreeable, but let us understand one another from the beginning.

When I want your company, I'll let you know." "O!" cries Frank, "you don't want my company, don't you ?" "Apparently not just now," replied Archie.