We'll nose out the spy, whoever he is, or wherever to be found.

But we won't find him here, I think--not here, my friend." Suddenly Barry Whalen turned at the door.

"Oh, let's go back to the veld and the Rand!" he burst out, passionately.

"This is no place for us, Byng--not for either of us.

You are getting flabby, and I'm spoiling my temper and my manners.