And that," he cried, between his teeth, "and that is the part of it in regard to young Mr.Fisbee!" "Oh, it's about H.Fisbee, is it ?" "Yes, it's H.Fisbee." "Well, we might as well go up and see what the doctor thinks of you; there's no train." "I don't want to see a doctor again, ever--as long as I live.

I'm as well as anybody." Tom burst out laughing, and clapped his companion lightly on the shoulder, his eyes dancing with pleasure.
"Upon my soul," he cried, "I believe you are! It's against all my tradition, and I see I am the gull of poetry; for I've always believed it to be beyond question that this sort of miracle was wrought, not by rage, but by the tenderer senti--" Tom checked himself.

"Well, let's take a drive." "Meredith," said the other, turning to him gravely, "you may think me a fool, if you will, and it's likely I am; but I don't leave this station except by train.

I've only two days to work in, and every minute lessens our chances to beat McCune, and I have to begin by wasting time on a tussle with a traitor.

There's another train at eleven fifty-five; I don't take any chances on missing that one." "Well, well," laughed his friend, pushing him good-humoredly toward a door by a red and white striped pillar, "we'll wait here, if you like; but at least go in there and get a shave; it's a clean shop.