"He was too mad to run." Bell laughed nervously.
"I never supposed Le Gaire was that kind of a cur," he said regretfully.
"I never liked the fellow, or had much to do with him.

Blamed if I could understand why Miss Hardy--" "Oh, he played nice enough with her up until the last week at least," I broke in, aroused by the name.

"Le Gaire is good looking, and pleasant also when things are going his way.

It's when luck is against him that he gets ugly.

Besides, he had the major on his side." "I happen to know something about that," returned Bell dryly.