“There was an awkward pause, during which the sharpers looked at one another uneasily.
“‘There is that dear Fon Beest,’ resumed Pegon. ‘His friends could not part with him; he is too precious to them.’
“‘Drink your wine and hold your row!’ growled the German.
“‘Ha, ha!’ laughed Pegon.
“‘That dear Fon Beest is like one bear with a sore head. He is complimentary too. But I shall have the pleasure of returning his compliment some day. I never forget my debts.’
“‘Devil doubt you,’ said Donnymore.
“‘I wish I was like you, Donnymore,’ exclaimed Pegon.
“‘What for?’
“‘Shall I tell you?’
“‘Go ahead.’