“And what if they are? Is that going to prevent their cheating? Hasn't the world always its crop of flats coming out in succession like green peas? What did he turn to after that?”
“Then we had a little about the turf.”
“He don't know anything about the turf!” said Grog, with intense contempt.
“I 'm not so sure of that,” said Beecher, cautiously.
“Did he speak of me at all?” said Grog, with a peculiar grin.
“No; only to ask if you were the same Captain Davis that was mentioned in that affair at Brighton.”
“And what did you say?”
“Said! Not knowing, could n't tell, Master Grog. Knew you were a great friend of my brother Lackington's, and always hand and glove with Blanchard and the swells.”
“And how did he take that?”
“Said something about two of the same name, and changed the subject.”