"
"Do you think so?" he answered, with a pleased flush. "I often tell
myself that there's more in me than my mo--than people think."
"There's an enormous amount in you."
"Then, won't you let me send an essay on The Ways of Bank
Clerks to Tit-Bits, and get the guinea prize?"
"That wasn't exactly what I meant, old fellow: perhaps it would be
better to wait a little and go ahead with the galley-story."
"Ah, but I sha'n't get the credit of that. 'Tit-Bits' would publish my
name and address if I win. What are you grinning at? They
_would_."
"I know it. Suppose you go for a walk. I want to look through my
notes about our story."
Now this reprehensible youth who left me, a little hurt and put
back, might for aught he or I knew have been one of the crew of
the Argo--had been certainly slave or comrade to Thorfin
Karlsefne. Therefore he was deeply interested in guinea
competitions. Remembering what Grish Chunder had said I
laughed aloud. The Lords of Life and Death would never allow
Charlie Mears to speak with full knowledge of his pasts, and I
must even piece out what he had told me with my own poor
inventions while Charlie wrote of the ways of bank-clerks.
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