He next whispered to him, and (as Dicky says) invited him to join them.
It was Dicky, the lad of the sanguine countenance that spoke.
Then he held up his head, and I knew dear old Dicky was as sound as a bell.
In vain the faithful Dicky prompted me from behind and Graham minor from the side.
“If Tempest says so, he probably is,” remarked the unemotional Dicky.
I casually ...