They were Flip's own, long since abandoned and cast off in the Gin and Ginger Woods.

"Secrets again," whined Fairley, still eying Flip furtively.

"Secrets again, in course--in course--jiss so.

Secrets that must be kep from the ole man.

Dark doin's by one's own flesh and blood.
Go on! go on! Don't mind me." Flip did not reply.