"I'll do it again," I said, through my teeth.
He shook his head. "Not you," he said, smiling quite good-humoredly on
my insane enthusiasm.
"I will," I cried with an oath. "I'll lend you a hand as often as you
like! What does it matter now? I've been in it once. I'll be in it
again. I've gone to the devil anyhow. I can't go back, and wouldn't
if I could. Nothing matters another rap! When you want me, I'm your
man!"
And that is how Raffles and I joined felonious forces on the Ides of
March.