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Alick reddened, and glared down at Binks's unruffled countenance; but he forbore to retort, recognising that the old man's powers of repartee were superior to his own. 'Oh, come on, please do! persuasively said Geoff, thrilling to hear the sequel of Binks's story. 'Well, as I was sayin', Binks relented and went on, ''twas when I was a b'y, and a rare fuss it did make.
Even Binks, scenting that things were afoot, ceased to blow, and cocked his head on one side expectantly. Then he growled, a low down, purring growl, which meant that strangers were presuming to approach his domain and that he reserved his judgment. . . . "Shut up, you fool," said Vane, as he sprang across the room to the door, which at once decided the question in Binks's mind.
Not another word was spoken by either as the man and boy tore through the water, with all the strength they possessed. Geoff silently watched Binks's face, trying to read, in its strained lines, the fate of those behind his back. But the boy's white, dry lips refused to utter the terrible question, 'Are they still above water? Geoff's brain seemed too paralysed to think.
And then of her own accord, she kissed him on the lips. . . . It was Binks's expression, about a quarter of an hour later, which recalled them to earth again. With an air of pained disgust he regarded them stolidly for a few minutes. Then he had a good scratch on both sides of his neck, after which he yawned. He did not actually say "Pooh," but he looked it, and they both laughed.
Joan was waiting for him when he drove up at half-past nine, with Binks sitting importantly on the seat beside him. "Get right in, lady," cried Vane, "and we'll be on to the Land of the Pixies. But, for the love of Mike, don't put anything on Binks's adversary in the hood. He hasn't had his proper morning battle yet, and one squeak will precipitate a catastrophe."
"Life's hell, Derek just hell, sometimes. And the little bits of Heaven make the hell worse." "Life's pretty much what we make it ourselves, dear," said Vane gravely. "It isn't," she cried fiercely. "We're what life makes us. . . ." Vane bent over and started pulling one of Binks's ears. "You hear that, old man," he said.
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