When we've got something to eat," said the major, "if Power has any intentions that way--" "Well, I really did begin to fear Fred's memory was lapsing; but somehow, poor fellow, smiles have been more in his way than sandwiches lately." An admonishing look from Power was his only reply, as he walked towards the door.

Bent upon teasing him, however, I continued,-- "My only fear is, he may do something silly." "Who?
Monsoon, is it ?" "No, no.

Not Monsoon; another friend of ours." "Faith, I scarcely thought your fears of old Monsoon were called for.

He's a fox--the devil a less." "No, no, Dennis.

I wasn't thinking of him.