Hadn't you better let me try first?
Then, if I fail, your chances are still the same, eh ?" Cluny gasped.

His warm face went pale, then shot to purple, and finally settled into a grey ruddiness.

"Belward," he said at last, "I didn't know; upon my soul, I didn't know, or I'd have cut off my head first." "My dear Cluny, you shall have your chance; but let me go first, I'm older." "Belward, don't take me for a fool.

Why, my trying what you go to do is like--is like--" Cluny's similes failed to come.
"Like a fox and a deer on the same trail ?" "I don't understand that.

Like a yeomanry steeplechase to Sandown--is that it?
Belward, I'm sorry.