He said he felt a 'bit shaky on his pins' when it came to scientific terms." "I should be glad to help him there," said Venning; "but it is too good.

He would never take a youngster like me." "He said he would rather have a youngster who would carry out his own views about treating a subject, than a man who would try to teach him his business.

Come along and see him for yourself." "Within half an hour the two friends who had just left school entered a room which was part library, part museum, armoury, dining- room, and cabin, so crammed it was.
"This is my friend Venning, Mr.Hume." "Glad to see you, Venning.

Sit down anywhere." Compton sat down between the horns of a bleached buffalo skull, but Venning stood like one in a trance.

His hand had been swallowed up by a huge palm and thick iron-like fingers, and he was staring down on a pair of the broadest shoulders he had seen, with an arching chest to match.