He's a disreputable old chap when in his cups, and I'm wondering if he knows anything about Borrodaile's disappearance." "By Jove!" exclaimed Merry.

"I wouldn't put it past him any.

He was with us when we came back from Happenchance, and I remember now just how he looked when he saw a sample of the wire-gold ore." "He was ready to throw a fit," said Ballard, "because he had been all through the Picket Post range and had never found any gold there.

I'll bet a farm you can nail this thing to Nick Porter." "Don't be hasty about that," warned Bradlaugh.

"It's only a theory, and I believe every man ought to be considered as honest until he proves himself otherwise.