'A fellow calculating the chances catches at a knife in the air.' 'Every franc-piece he had!' cried Abrane.

'And how could the jackass expect to keep his luck! Flings off his old suit and comes back here with a rig of German bags--you never saw such a figure!--Shoreditch Jew's holiday!--why, of course, the luck wouldn't stand that.' They confessed ruefully to having backed him a certain distance, notwithstanding.

'He took it so coolly, just as if paying for goods across a counter.' 'And he had something to bear, Braney, when you fell on him,' said Potts, and murmured aside: 'He can be smartish.

Hears me call Braney Rufus, and says he, like a fellow-chin on his fiddle--"Captain Mountain, Rufus Mus'.

Not bad, for a counter."' Fleetwood glanced round: he could have wrung Woodseer's hand.