He had partly evened up, he said, for what Richard did the night that he, Mr.Sands, became entangled with the Hottentots.

He, Mr.Sands, would lie in ambush for further scoops; he could promise Richard everything in the Government printing office which any statesman was trying to conceal.
Richard drew his desk before the window and, reading the stencils line by line, made a perfect copy.

As his pen swept across the paper he reflected on the deceitfulness of Senator Hanway, who, with the report written out in full, was for having him think that the committee would not conclude its labors for weeks.
"What a mendacious ingrate it is!" thought Richard.
Mr.Bayard had taken the ten-o'clock limited for New York that identical morning.

Richard caught a train a trifle after one, wiring Mr.Bayard to meet him at the hotel.

They would have dinner together.