"This is a case for a parley."
But Cherry Ripe did all the parleying. We sat down on the wall, which
was easier and safer than standing on it. We sat with our faces to
Cherry Ripe and our backs to the bull.
"This is an ambuscade in a way," said Trelawny. "In fact, we are rather
scored off. In war we should be shot. Not that it would matter, as we
have done our work.
"Now, my young shavers," began Cherry Ripe, "I see you've been very busy
down here on your own account, so perhaps you'll just step off that wall
and do a bit of work for me. You can take your choice. Either we'll
all go straight along to your old gentleman, and see what he'll say and
do about it, or you can step down here--all three of you--and set to
work over a bit of weeding. Take your choice and be quick."
"We'll confer," said Trelawny.
Which we did do; and Pedlar and I thought one thing and Trelawny thought
another. He said that it would be far more dignified to go back and
suffer from Dr. Dunstan as an equal; but Pedlar and I had done that
before, and we didn't care in the least about the dignity. We said that
to do a bit of weeding for Cherry Ripe would be mere child's play to
four on each hand and perhaps more, not to mention a few thousand lines
chucked in, and a couple of half-holidays gone.