Wish you success, Merry, old man.

Evening, fellows." Ditson departed.
Our hero, Rattleton and Jones sat and looked at each other in grim silence for several minutes.
"Well ?" Frank broke the spell, looking keenly at Jones as he spoke.
"I dunno," mumbled Dismal, falling into the manner of speaking that had been habitual with him from his childhood.

"I dunno--hanged if I do!" "You thought you knew when you came in, my boy." "That's right; but I dunno but I was off my trolley.

And still--" "Still what ?" "I don't like the man I suspected, but I never thought the fellow shrewd enough to play a double game." "Perhaps it is because you do not like him that you suspected him." "Oh, it may be--it may be.

And I don't suppose that is a square deal.