I can make you see--I can show you--Why, confound the old Dutch beer-buzzer! Twenty of him wouldn't be worth the trouble he's makin'.

Let him go, and the old man 'll come round in time." "I don't think we've understood each other exactly, Mr.Fulkerson," said March, very haughtily.

"Perhaps we never can; but I'll leave you to think it out." He pushed on, and Fulkerson stood aside to let him pass, with a dazed look and a mechanical movement.

There was something comic in his rueful bewilderment to March, who was tempted to smile, but he said to himself that he had as much reason to be unhappy as Fulkerson, and he did not smile.

His indignation kept him hot in his purpose to suffer any consequence rather than submit to the dictation of a man like Dryfoos; he felt keenly the degradation of his connection with him, and all his resentment of Fulkerson's original uncandor returned; at the same time his heart ached with foreboding.