Feel the edge." I have seldom seen a more indignant face than the one which my new acquaintance bent over the weapon, as he held it to the light, and ran his finger along the blade.

He could have not frowned more heavily if he had recognized the knife.
"The villains!" he muttered.

"The damned villains!" "Villains ?" I queried.

"Did you see more than one of them, then ?" "Didn't you ?" he asked quickly.

"Yes, yes, to be sure! There was at least one other beggar skulking down below." He stood looking at me, the knife in his hand, though mine was held out for it.