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"No, not quite--yet," said Dexter. "But how are we going to manage!"
"Well, if ever!" exclaimed Bob. "You are a rum chap, and no mistake.
Of course we shall take the boat, and I've got that table-cloth ready for a sail, and a bit of rope to hoist it up."
Dexter winced about that table-cloth, one which he had borrowed at Bob's wish from the housekeeper's room.
"But must we take that boat?"
"Why, of course, but we shall send it back some day as good as new, hanging behind a s.h.i.+p, and then have it sent up the river. I know lots of fellows who'll put it back for me if I ask 'em."
Dexter felt a little better satisfied, and then listened to his companion's plans, which were very simple, but effective all the same, though common honesty did not come in.
The conversation was carried on across the river, and to ensure its not being heard, Dexter lay down on the gra.s.s and put his lips close to the water, Bob Dimsted doing the same, when, it being quite a still evening, conversation became easy.
"What are your people doing now?" said Bob, after they had been talking some time.
"Dr Grayson is writing, and Miss Grayson reading."
"Why, we might go now--easy."
"No," said Dexter. "If we did, it would be found out directly, and we should be fetched back, and then, I dare say, they'd send me again to the school."
"And yer don't want to go there again, do you!"
"No," said Dexter, with a shudder. "Don't forget the ball of string I told you about?"
"No, I've got that," replied Bob sharply. "And p'r'aps that won't be long enough. It's very deep in the sea. Now mind, you're here."
"Yes, I'll mind."
"If yer don't come, I won't never forgive you for making a fool of me."
"I won't do that," said Dexter; and then after a little more hesitation as to something he particularly wanted to do, and which he saw no other way of doing, he whispered--
"Bob!"
"Hullo!"
"Will you do something for me before you come!"
"Yes, if I can. But I say, don't you forget to bring a big bundle of your clothes and things, and if you don't want 'em all, I can wear some of 'em."
Dexter was silent.
"And as much money as you can; and, I say, the old un never give you a watch, did he?"
"No."
"You wouldn't like to borrow his, would you!"
"No, of course not," said Dexter indignantly.
"Oh, I don't want you to, unless you like. Only watches is useful at sea. Sailors find out where they are by their watches. I don't quite know how, but we could soon find out. Whatcher want me to do!"
"I want you to take a little parcel to Sir James Danby's."
"I ain't going to carry no parcels," said Bob importantly.
"It's only a very little one, as big as your hand. You know the letter-box in Sir James's big door!"
"I should just think I do," said Bob, with a hoa.r.s.e laugh. "Me and two more boys put a lighted cracker in last fift' o' November."
"I want you to go there last thing," said Dexter, as he could not help wondering whether the cracker made a great deal of noise in the letter-box; "and to drop the packet in just as if it was a letter. I mean just before you come."
"But what for?"
"Because it must be taken there. I want it taken."
"O very well. Where is it?"
"Here," said Dexter, taking out his carefully tied and sealed packet.
"Chuck it across."
"Get up, then, and be ready to catch it."
"All right! Now then, shy away."
Dexter drew back from the river, and aiming carefully at where he could see Bob's dim figure, he measured the distance with his eye, and threw.
_Slap_!
"Got it!" cried Bob. And then, "Oh!"
There was a splash.
"Just kitched on the top o' my finger, and bounced off," whispered the boy excitedly.
"O Bob, what have you done!"
"Well, I couldn't help it. I ain't a howl.--How could I see in the dark!"
"Can't you see where it fell in!"
"Why, ain't I a-trying. Don't be in such a fuss."
Dexter felt as if their expedition was at an end, and he stood listening with a breast full of despair as Bob lay down at the edge of the river, and rolling up his sleeve began feeling about in the shallow water.
"It's no good," he said. "It's gone."