just said that I’ve been telling him all about you—that you’re my best pal—at school together, and all that sort of thing?”
“But even then—and another thing. Why are you so dashed keen on my going?”
Bingo hesitated for a moment.
“Well, I told you I’d got an idea. This is it. I want you to spring the news on him. I haven’t the nerve myself.”
“What! I’m hanged if I do!”
“And you call yourself a pal of mine!”
“Yes, I know; but there are limits.”
“Bertie,” said Bingo reproachfully, “I saved your life once.”
“When?”
“Didn’t I? It must have been some other fellow, then. Well, anyway, we were boys together and all that. You can’t let me