we two were quite alone, “you and me is always friends, and I'd be the last to tell upon you, any time. But such a — ” he moved his chair and looked about the floor between us, and then again at me — “such a most oncommon Bolt as that!”
“Been bolting his food, has he?” cried my sister.
“You know, old chap,” said Joe, looking at me, and not at Mrs. Joe, with his bite still in his cheek, “I Bolted, myself, when I was your age — frequent — and as a boy I've been among a many Bolters; but I never see your Bolting equal yet, Pip, and it's a mercy you ain't Bolted dead.”
My sister made a dive at me, and fished me up by the hair, saying nothing more