"It will be worth a quarter to you." "Do you know who I am ?" demanded Anderson Crow, purple to the roots of his goatee.
"Yes, sir; I know perfectly well, but I refuse to give it away.

Here, take the bit, old chap, and hold Dobbin for about a minute and half," went on the stranger ruthlessly; and before Anderson Crow knew what had happened he was actually holding the panting nag by the bit.

The young man went up the steps three at a time, almost upsetting Uncle Gideon Luce, who had not been so spry as the others in clearing the way for him.

The crowd had ample time in which to study the face, apparel and manner of this energetic young man.
That he was from the city, good-looking and well dressed, there was no doubt.

He was tall and his face was beardless; that much could be seen at a glance.