I want to go straight to the 'Herald' office," he finished, with a suddenly darkening brow.
"After all, there may be some explanation," Meredith suggested, with a little hesitancy.

"H.

Fisbee might turn out more honest than you think." Harkless threw his head back and laughed; it was the first time Meredith had heard him laugh since the night of the dance in the country.
"Honest! A man in the pay of Rodney McCune! Well, we can let it wait till we get there.

Listen! There's the whistle that means we're getting near home.

By heaven, there's an oil-well!" "So it is." "And another--three--five--seven--seven in sight at once! They tried it three miles south and failed; but you can't fool Eph Watts, bless him! I want you to know Watts." They were running by the outlying houses of the town, amidst a thousand descriptive exclamations from Harkless, who wished Meredith to meet every one in Carlow.