We was thinking of what you might call an ambuscade, worked so as we'd get the better of him without his being able to take the law of us; and he's mighty fond of the law, that same gentleman--too fond." "If I can be of any help to you," said Meldon, "you can count on me.

I have a good deal of natural talent for ambuscades.

Trot out the details of your scheme, and I'll be able to tell you in two words whether it's workable or not." "They do say," said Doyle, "that he has the fishing let to an English gentleman; and he's mighty particular about preserving it.

Now the doctor here has the name of being a good fisherman." "If he goes poaching," said Meldon, "he'll get the worst of it.

The Major appears to have tried that on, and he simply made things unpleasant for himself, without annoying Simpkins in the least." "It's not poaching we're thinking of," said Doyle; "but--you know I'm a magistrate these times, on account of being the Chairman of the Urban Council." "I know that; but if you're thinking of dragging up Simpkins before the Petty Sessions on a bogus charge, you may as well put the idea out of your head at once.