Then he clapped the other on the shoulder and laughed uproariously.
"Oh, to think of guileless little Syd being so foxy!" he cried.

"I wouldn't have believed it if any one else had told me, Syd." "Well," said Sydney, very red in the face, but joining in the laughter, "you don't mind ?" "Mind ?" echoed Neil, becoming serious again, "why of course I don't.
What is there to mind, Syd?
I'm glad you did it, awfully glad." He laid his arm over the shoulders of the lad on the seat.

"Here, let me push a while.

Queer you should have cared that much about knowing me; but--but I'm glad." Suddenly his laughter returned.
"No wonder that old fossil in the village thought it was a queer sort of a break," he shouted.

"He knew what he was talking about after all when he suggested cold-chisels, didn't he ?".