Jump in the chaise again, and we will proceed." "That's a very kind way of putting it," said Fairfax, coolly; "but not correct.

I am no counterfeit, but the genuine article.

Fairfax is not my name.

I won't tell you what it is, for it might be inconvenient." No man can look with equanimity upon the prospect of losing money, and Colonel Preston may be excused for not wishing to part with his eight hundred dollars.

But how could he escape?
He had no pistol, and Fairfax held the horse's bridle in a strong grasp.