When he reached O'Day's table, he dropped to his knees and attacked a sluiceway leading to a miniature lake, fed by the umbrellas and waterproofs belonging to the two girls opposite.
"Got to ask ye to move a little, sir," he said in apology.
"Hold on," replied Felix, in considerate tones, "I will stand up and you can get at it better.

Bad night for everybody." He was on his feet now, his long mackintosh hanging straight, his hat still on his head, and in his hand the blackthorn stick, which he had picked up from beside the table as he rose.
The man stared at the mackintosh, the hat, and the cane, and sprang to his feet.

"I know ye!" he cried excitedly.

"Do you know me ?" Felix studied him closely.

"I do not think I do," he answered, frowning slightly.
"Well, ye ought to.