George Bellows Club Night

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Dibbler glanced at Detritus, who was lost in a reverie concerning Ruby, and then stared at Ginger.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Ten. Because I like you. But it’s cutting my own throat.’
‘Done.’
Throat held out a hand. Victor stared at his own as if he was seeing it for the first time, and then shook.
‘And now let’s get back down,’ said Dibbler. ‘Lot to organize.’
He strode .
‘Oh, it’s - it’s just this dog we found,’ said Victor hurriedly. ‘He’s called Gaspode. After the famous Gaspode, you know.’
‘He does tricks,’ said Ginger, malevolently.
‘A performing dog?’ Dibbler reached down and patted Gaspode’s bullet head.
‘Growl, growl.’ off through the trees. Victor and Ginger followed meekly behind him, in a state of shock. ‘Are you crazy?’ Ginger hissed. ‘Holding out like that! We could have lost our chance!’ ‘I didn’t say anything! I thought it was you!’ said Victor. ‘It was you!’ said Ginger. Their eyes met. They looked down. ‘Bark, bark,’ said Gaspode the Wonder Dog. Dibbler turned round. ‘What’s that noise?’ he said