CHAPTER THREE.
CANVASSING.
When Fisher major woke early next morning he had the curious sensation of something on his mind without knowing what it was.
He was not out of sorts.

The private supper of which he and Denton and Ridgway had partaken last night in Ranger's study had been wholesome, if miscellaneous.

Ranger's people had given him a hamper to bring back, containing a good many good things--cake, biscuits, potted meats, jam, Worcester sauce, pickles, coffee, and other groceries intended to diversify the breakfasts of the half.

By some error of judgment this valuable article of luggage had come from town in the van, where it had apparently been placed at the very bottom of the baggage.

The consequence was, that when it came to be opened, its several ingredients were found to have got loose, and fused together in a most hopeless way.
Jam, and pickles, and Liebig's extract, and moist sugar were indistinguishable.