Can't you see this daughter of yours is decidedly interested in this young _protege_ of her uncle ?" "Most decidedly I see that." "And that in order to throw dust in your fatherly old eyes, she makes a great gush about the dog Julius, and says hardly a word about the master, whose name does not appear." Major Atherton took up the letter again and glanced through it, and a light began to break on his puzzled countenance.
"Then," said he, "the fellow who's handsome and clever and a perfect darling is--" "Is the bow-wow.

And the fellow who's hunted-looking and not allowed in the drawing-room is his master." Major Atherton resumed his chair, and once more planted his feet on the table.
"That is a way of putting it, certainly.

If so, it's a relief." "My dear boy, keep your eye on that librarian, or he may change places with his dog in double-quick time." The major laughed, and a pause ensued.

Then Forrester said-- "Two or three days more, and we ought to be in Kandahar." "We are to have a stiff brush or two before we get there," said the major; "any hour now may bring us to close quarters." There was another pause.

Captain Forrester fidgeted about uneasily, and presently said-- "It's possible, old man, only one of us may get through.