I'm 'kicked off'!" And Reay threw back his head and laughed joyously.

"'Off you go!' said my editor, one fine morning, after I had slaved away for him for nearly two years--'We don't want any canting truth-tellers here!' Now mind that stone! You nearly slipped.

Hold my arm tighter!" Helmsley did as he was told, quite meekly, looking up with a good deal of curiosity at this tall athletic creature, with the handsome head and masterful manner.

Reay caught his enquiring glance and laughed again.
"You look as if you wanted to know more about me, old David!" he said gaily--"So you shall! I've nothing to conceal! As I tell you I was 'kicked off' out of journalism--my fault being that I published a leaderette exposing a mean 'deal' on the part of a certain city plutocrat.

I didn't know the rascal had shares in the paper.