"Smith, Wilbur - Courtney 02 - Monsoon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Wilbur)

"You never let me do anything."

"Who let you fly his hawk last week? I did." Tom rounded on him.

"Who let you fire his musket yesterday? I did. Who let you steer the
cutter?"

"Yes, but,

"But me no buts." Tom glowered at him.

"Who's the captain of this crew, anyway?"

"You are, Tom." Dorian dropped his green eyes under the force of his
elder brother's stare.

"But, still-"

"You can go with Tom in my place, if you want." Guy spoke softly for
the first time.

"I'll play the cat." Tom turned to his younger twin, while Dorian
exclaimed, "Can I, Guy? Will you really?" It was only when he smiled
that his full beauty burst out, like sunlight through parting clouds.

"No, he won' tV Tom cut in.

"Dorry's only a baby. He can't come.

He'll stay on the roof to keep the cat."

"I'm not a baby," Dorian protested furiously.

"I'm nearly eleven."

"If you're not a baby, show us your ball hairs," Tom challenged him.
Since he had sprouted his own, these had become Tom's yardstick of
seniority.

Dorian ignored him: he had not even a pale ginger fluff to match the
impressive growth of his elder brother.

He went on to another tack.

"I'll just watch, that's all."

"Yes, you'll watch from the roof." Tom killed the argument dead in its
tracks.