"Eh ?" said Hollanden.

"Oglethorpe?
Oglethorpe?
Why, he's that friend of the Fanhalls! Yes, of course, I know him! Deuced good fellow, too! What about him ?" "Oh, nothing, only he's coming here to-morrow," answered Hawker.

"What kind of a fellow did you say he was ?" "Deuced good fellow! What are you so---- Say, by the nine mad blacksmiths of Donawhiroo, he's your rival! Why, of course! Glory, but I must be thick-headed to-night!" Hawker said, "Where's your tobacco ?" "Yonder, in that jar.

Got a pipe ?" "Yes.

How do you know he's my rival ?" "Know it?
Why, hasn't he been---- Say, this is getting thrilling!" Hollanden sprang to his feet and, filling a pipe, flung himself into the chair and began to rock himself madly to and fro.