No, Eric, it's too late for you to turn 'grinder' now. I might as well think of doing it myself, and I've never been higher than five from lag in my form yet." "Haven't you? But what's the regular lark you hinted at?" "Why, we'll go and seize the Gordonites' pigeons, and make another dish of them." "Seize the Gordonites' pigeons! Why, when do you mean?" "To-night." Eric gave a long whistle.
So, next morning, they all four got up quite as if nothing had happened, and made no allusion to the preceding night, although, they could not help chuckling inwardly a little when the Gordonites came to morning school, brimful of a story about their house having been attacked in the night by thieves, who, after bagging some pigeons, had been chevied by Gordon and the servants.