Remember you promised to tell nothink about me, that's all.

Good-night, mister!" The stranger vanished in the darkness, and Diggory dropped down from the wall.
"Here's a pretty go!" he remarked.

"What are we to do?
there's no time to lose.

Come on, Jack, let's go and tell Acton." The latter was engaged on the closing sentence of his letter; but on hearing the intelligence which Diggory had to impart, he threw the unfinished epistle into his desk, and rose to his feet with an exclamation of astonishment.
"D'you think it's really true?
or is this fellow, Lump or Bump or whatever you call him, trying to take a rise out of us, or telling lies to earn the shilling ?" "I don't think so," answered Diggory, "and I'll tell you why.

For some reason or other, he's at daggers drawn with young Noaks and Hogson.
I think they've knocked him about, and he's doing it to pay them out." "But how did they get to know about our fireworks?
and how do they reckon they're going to get them out of the shed?
Look here, hadn't we better tell Blake ?" "We can't do that," answered Jack Vance, "or it'll get Diggy in a row.
If he says anything about Joe Crump, it'll all come out about his having been in Locker's Lane when the Philistines caught him, and of course that's against rules." "What time did he say they meant to come ?" "About a quarter to nine." There was a silence which lasted for over a minute; then Diggory spoke.
"This is what I think we'd better do.