Whipcord's rather a good hand." "Is he ?" said Doubleday, laughing exuberantly, with Wallop and Crow as chorus.

"I would never have supposed that by your face, now; would you, you fellows?
It strikes me you got a big box instead of smallpox, eh?
Ha, ha!" "I wonder at Whipcord standing up to you," said Crow.

"He's such a quiet fellow, and doesn't know in the least what to do with his hands." "He had the best of me," I said.
"Well, I don't know.

It doesn't do to trust to appearances.

If it did one might suppose he had--rather.