I might fairly have given her up after the honest endeavours I had made to win her.

But, whatever others might do, as long as a chance remained everything combined to keep Hannibal Trotter at his post.
So, with not a little searching of heart, I turned my attention to mad dogs.

I must confess that my heart did not go out towards them, and I could have wished that that mark of heroism had been omitted by the authorities.

But, on the contrary, it was insisted upon vehemently, and there was no getting out of it.

So, like another Perseus, I choked down my emotion and girded myself for the new fray.
I knew the authorities, as a rule, were silent as to any precautions which their heroes may have taken for this particular service.