It was thrilling.

Fear and excitement gripped him in turn and let him go, but always he was sustained by the pride of the man doing an out-of-the-way thing.

"If only my friends could see me now!" The ancient vanity was loud in his bosom.

Poor fellows, they were upon yachts in the Solent or on grouse-moors in Scotland, or on golf-links at North Berwick.

He alone of them all was tracking malefactors to their doom by Leman's Lake.
From these agreeable reflections Ricardo was shaken.