It was sublime in its confidence, it was free from conceit, and it knew not the word despair, though once or twice it had known defeat.
Men cheered him from the shore as his skiff leaped through the water.
"It's that blessed Ingolby," said Jowett, who had tried to "do" the financier in a horsedeal, and had been done instead, and was now a devout admirer and adherent of the Master Man.

"I saw him driving down there this morning from Lebanon.

He's been fishing at Seely's Eddy." "When Ingolby goes fishing, there's trouble goin' on somewhere and he's stalkin' it," rejoined Osterhaut.

"But, by gol, he's goin' to do this trump trick first; he's goin' to overhaul her before she gits to the bridge.

Look at him swing! Hell, ain't it pretty! There you go, old Ingolby.