Note 21 — FOOTNOTES

‘Ta-ta, John, I’m off, you quaint, cocked-hat old Puritan Precisian; but I couldn’t leave without having tried a fall with you first, and, on totting it up, I think Bill Coody’s just had a trifle the best of the mêlée. If I’d got on to the stores, I’d have stayed in this derned little one-hoss place, but those all-fired articles[21] upset that cart.