The fine was always paid.

Tom Cobb was one of those thrifty souls who lay up money against a rainy day.
He turned at the sound of their coming; and he and the Twins greeted one another with smiles of mutual respect.

They rode on a few yards; and then the Terror said, "By Jove!" stopped, slipped off his bicycle, and wheeled it back to the gate.

Erebus followed him more slowly.
"I've been wondering if you'd do me a favor, Tom," said the Terror.
"I've always wanted to know how to make a snare.

I'll give you half-a-crown if you'll teach me." Tom Cobb's clear blue eyes sparkled at the thought of half-a-crown, but he hesitated.