We denounced him.

He was driven from the field.

But he bore us no malice.

Ten days later he invited us again, and this time Sam Ward himself could have found no fault with the terrapin.
Next afternoon, when I knew The Major was asleep, I slipped back into the kitchen and said to Louis Garnier, the chef: "Is there any of that terrapin left over from last night ?" All unconscious of his treason Louis took me into the pantry and triumphantly showed me three jars bearing the Augustine label and the Philadelphia express tags! On another occasion a friend of The Major's, passing The Brunswick and observing some diamond-back shells in the window said, "Major, have you any real live terrapins ?" [Illustration: Henry Woodfin Grady One of Mr.Watterson's "Boys".] "Live!" cried The Frenchman.

"Only this morning I open the ice box and they were all dancing the cancan." "Major," persisted the friend, "I'll go you a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, you cannot show me an actual living terrapin." "What do you take me for--confidence man ?" The Major retorted.