This gesture was so tragic, and replete with such kingly ferocity, that Mr.Jinks was plainly devoting Verty to the infernal gods; and the curses trembling on his lips confirmed this idea.
He was standing in this melo-dramatic attitude, gazing after the Indian, when he felt a hand upon his shoulder, and heard a jovial voice say, "How are you, Jinks, my boy! What's the fun ?" The voice was that of Mr.Ralph Ashley..