The boy turned to Heron and repeated:

―But Doyle is in an awful bake.

―Will you tell Doyle with my best compliments that I damned his eyes? answered Heron.

―Well, I must go now, said Stephen, who cared little for such points of honour.

―I wouldn’t, said Heron, damn me if I would. That’s no way to send for one of the senior boys. In a bake, indeed! I think it’s quite enough that you’re taking a part in his bally old play.