And, I say, if the Nilghai comes up this evening can I show him your diggings ?' 'Surely.' And Dick departed, to take counsel with himself in the rapidly gathering London fog.
Half an hour after he had left, the Nilghai laboured up the staircase.
He was the chiefest, as he was the youngest, of the war correspondents, and his experiences dated from the birth of the needle-gun.

Saving only his ally, Keneu the Great War Eagle, there was no man higher in the craft than he, and he always opened his conversation with the news that there would be trouble in the Balkans in the spring.

Torpenhow laughed as he entered.
'Never mind the trouble in the Balkans.

Those little states are always screeching.

You've heard about Dick's luck ?' 'Yes; he has been called up to notoriety, hasn't he?
I hope you keep him properly humble.