CHAPTER V.
THE BEGINNING OF BLUNDERS.
Dacres paused now, and lighting a fresh cigar, smoked away at it in silence, with long and solemn and regular puffs.

Hawbury watched him for some time, with a look of dreamy curiosity and lazy interest.

Then he rose, and dawdled about the room for a few minutes.

Then he lighted a cigar, and finally, resuming his seat, he said: "By Jove!" Dacres puffed on.
"I'm beginning to think," said Hawbury, "that your first statement is correct.

You are shot, my boy--hit hard--and all that; and now I should like to ask you one question." "Ask away." "What are you going to do about it?
Do you intend to pursue the acquaintance ?" "Of course.