One of the chaps who'd go through fire and water to get their ends; yes, and blood too, if it's necessary.

There's been some queer stories told about him; they say he sticks at nothing.

Look at that last Turkish concession." The speaker and his companion sauntered down the road.

Stafford and Howard had heard every word; but Stafford looked straight before him, and made no sign, and Howard yawned as if he had not heard a syllable.
"Do you raise any objection to my going to my little bed, Stafford ?" he asked.

"I suppose, having done nothing more than clamber about a river, get wet through, and tramp a dozen miles over hills, you do not feel tired." "No," said Stafford, "I don't feel like turning in just yet.
Good-night, old man." When Howard had gone Stafford exchanged his dress-coat for a shooting-jacket, and with the little wallet in his pocket and his pipe in his mouth, he strode up the road.