There you are now! Smoke that with reverence." "Ah," sighed Linklater, as he drew in his first whiff, "there is still something left to live for.

Now tell me, what about Cameron ?" "Oh, Cameron! Cameron's all up a tree.

The last time I saw him, by Jove, I was glad it was in the open daylight and on a frequented street.

His face and manner suggested Roderick Dhu, The Black Douglas, and all the rest of that interesting gang of cutthroats.

I can't bring myself to talk of Cameron.