“‘I heard he was with a man he unintentionally injured, and who ever after bore him a grudge.’
“‘Oh, oh!’ George exclaimed; ‘so you know as much as that, do you? And what, pray, was this man like?’
“‘I couldn’t say,’ I replied, ‘excepting that he was much older than Dick, and very ugly.’
“‘A description that would fit in with dozens down here. If he was working with your brother, and your brother was killed, the odds are he was killed too.’
“‘You think so?’
“‘It seems reasonable enough, don’t it?’ George said.
“‘He might have escaped like you did.’
“‘He might,’ George laughed, ‘just in the same way as pigs might fly. Supposing you get on with your work and let me do the same.’
“‘I had a queer dream about that man,’ I went on.
“‘Dreams! Pooh! Who believes in dreams!’ George said. ‘What was it?’