"It _was_ rather much, wasn't it?" I said.
But he suddenly stopped his wagging, and held up a not very clean
forefinger. His whole face was altogether too confoundedly intelligent.
"Oh no, you don't!" he said peremptorily. "No getting out of it like
that the moment they've turned their backs! No running--what is it?--no
running with the hare and hunting with the hounds! _You_ helped, you
know!"