If they don't it won't be our fault." "And now that we are at such an excellent understanding once more, Senor Reade," proposed the mine owner, "can't we prevail upon you to come up to the house and spend a pleasant evening." "Thank you," Tom returned, graciously.

"But not to-night.

I am restless.

I must do considerable thinking, and I don't want to talk much.

Action is what I crave.