It is owing to your insane love of blood, that you so frequently blunder in your object" "Your scruples and complainings, Wat, remind me of that farmyard philosopher, who always locked the door of his stable after the steed had been stolen.

You have your sermon ready in time for the funeral, but not during the life for whose benefit you make it.

But whose fault was it that we followed the wrong game?
Did you not make certain of the fresh track at the fork, so that there was no doubting you ?" "I did--there was a fresh track, and our coming upon Forrester proves it.

There may have been another on the other prong of the fork, and doubtless the youth we pursue has taken that; but you were in such an infernal hurry that I had scarce time to find out what I did." "Well, you will preach no more on the subject.

We have failed, and accounting for won't mend the failure.