"You old Sly-boots!--But are you sure?
He's quick as lightning." "I am not afraid," replied Rudolph, modestly.

He trained his young moustache upward with steady fingers, and sat very quiet, thinking long thoughts.

A quaint smile played about his eyes.
"Good for you!" said Heywood.

"Now let him come, as the Lord Mayor said of the hare.

What sport! With an even chance--And what a load off one's mind!" He moved away to the window, as though searching for air.