"How near did you get, old man?
Come on, now, no bluffing; did the Gray Seal ever even recognise you as a factor in the hare-and-hound game ?" "You're flicking on the raw, Jimmie," Carruthers answered, with a wry grimace.

"He knew me, all right, confound him! He favoured me with several sarcastic notes--I'll show 'em to you some day--explaining how I'd fallen down and how I could have got him if I'd done something else." Carruthers' fist came suddenly down on the table.

"And I would have got him, too, if he had lived." "Lived!" ejaculated Jimmie Dale.

"He's dead, then ?" "Yes," averted Carruthers; "he's dead." "H'm!" said Jimmie Dale facetiously.

"I hope the size of the wreath you sent was an adequate tribute of your appreciation." "I never sent any wreath," returned Carruthers, "for the very simple reason that I didn't know where to send it, or when he died.