There he is, gentlemen, as plain as a rat in a barrel, and with as plain a case.

Ha, ha, ha! Isn't it just glorious ?" And all three laughed in such an ecstasy of glee that Frowenfeld looked back, saw them, and knew forthwith that his good name was gone.

The three gentlemen, with tears of merriment still in their eyes, reached a corner and disappeared.
"Mister," said a child, trotting along under Frowenfeld's elbow,--the odd English of the New Orleans street-urchin was at that day just beginning to be heard--"Mister, dey got some blood on de back of you' hade!" But Frowenfeld hurried on groaning with mental anguish..