It's a dreadful thing to see a woman cry, Hugh.

And I'm afraid there may be a good reason for expecting the worst." "Tell me what you've got up your sleeve, Horatio," snapped Hugh, "and quit giving all these dark hints.

You know something connected with K.K.that perhaps no one else does." "Guess I do, Hugh; for he confided in me, and told me not to say anything to the rest.

Oh, how foolish it was for K.K.to think he could do that big job two days in succession; but he said he was feeling equal to nearly anything; and just had to make the try, since the notion had gripped him.

But come on over to my den, Hugh, and I'll tell you all about it.