Therefore, without wasting time in further parley with this possible brother-in-law, he proceeded jauntily on his way.
"You won't fight, then ?" said Tom by way of farewell.
"Some day." "All right.

Coward! Good-bye, Mr Roger Ingleton, major!" Having relieved himself of which appropriate sentiment, Tom felt decidedly better, and walked his bicycle down the hill, determined to keep clear of Maxfield till the evening.
Mr Ratman, somewhat ruffled, but on the whole cheerful, swaggered on to his destination.
The captain was luxuriously smoking a cigar and solacing himself with a sporting paper, when Raffles sent his heart to his mouth by announcing-- "Mr Ingleton, sir, to see you." "Ah, Ratman!" said he with a forced air of welcome as his creditor entered.

"I didn't recognise you by your new name.

You're keeping it up, then ?" "What do you mean ?" demanded Mr Ratman, taking an easy-chair and helping himself to a cigar from the captain's box.

"It's you who are keeping it up, I fancy.