The Gladiators
was very unwise of me. I ought to have known better than to dare Georgie to anything.
"Ah," said Georgie. "That's where you slip up. It would be a giddy lark to try, if it was nothing else, and if you think the Linnet wouldn't jump at the chance of playing in a ripping good match again, you're jolly well mistaken."
"Look here, Georgie," I began anxiously. But he interrupted me.
"It would be rather a good plan to go and visit him—just you and me—and perhaps you could even manage it by exchanging clothes with him. Make up to look sandy, don't you know. You need only stay there till the match was over, and it wouldn't matter what they said about it afterwards. What do you think?"
I was horrorstruck.
"I think," said I firmly, "that your own brain is going and that you had better join him in his padded cell. That's what I think."
"But just look at it in a reasonable
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