"What is the time now ?" Wilkinson drew forth his watch, and, after glancing upon the face, replied-- "Ten minutes after eight." "We shall have it pretty soon now, I suppose.

They don't understand the double quick time movement out here." As Carlton said this, his eyes rested, with more than a mere passing interest, on the gold lever that Wilkinson, instead of returning to his pocket, retained in one hand, while with the other he toyed with the key and chain in a half-abstracted manner.
For the space of nearly a minute, neither of the men spoke, but the thought of each was at the same point.
"That's a beautiful watch," at length Carlton ventured to say.

There was a well disguised indifference in his tones.
"It ought to be," was the reply of Wilkinson.
"What did it cost you ?" "One hundred and forty dollars." "Is it a good time-keeper ?" "First-rate.

It hasn't varied a minute in six months." "Just such a watch as I would like to own.

I've had terrible bad luck with watches." This was a kind of feeler.
No reply was made by Wilkinson, although an offer to sell trembled on his tongue.