"The prisoner shall give his word of honour, never to return to Erewhon,
nor to encourage any of his countrymen to do so. After the dinner to
which we hope the Mayoress Will invite us, the Ranger, if the night is
fair, shall escort the prisoner as far as the statues, whence he will
find his own way home.
"Those who are in favour of this compromise hold up their hands."
The Mayor and Yram held up theirs. "Will you hold up yours, Professor
Hanky," said George, "if I release you?"
"Yes," said Hanky with a gruff laugh, whereon George released him and he
held up both his hands.
Panky did not hold up his, whereon Hanky said, "Hold up your hands,
Panky, can't you? We are really very well out of it."
Panky, hardly lifting his head, sobbed out, "I think we ought to have our
f-f-fo-fo-four pounds ten returned to us."
"I am afraid, sir," said George, "that the prisoner must have spent the
greater part of this money."
Every one smiled, indeed it was all George could do to prevent himself
from laughing outright. The Mayor brought out his purse, counted the
money, and handed it good-humouredly to Panky, who gratefully received
it, and said he would divide it with Hanky. He then held up his hands,
"But," he added, turning to his brother Professor, "so long as I live,
Hanky, I will never go out anywhere again with you.
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