"Then, if you say so, we'll set off to-morrow."
"Gently, colonel. One day's fishing here. We have six weeks before us. What sort of thing is that that you are smoking?"
"Try, and judge for yourself," said Morton, handing his cigar case. Meredith took a sample of its contents between his fingers, and examined it with attention.
"I always thought you were a kind of heathen, and now I know it. Where did you pick up that cigar?"
"Do you find it so very bad?"
"It would not poison a man, and perhaps might pass for a little better than none at all. But nobody except a pagan would touch it when any thing better could be had."
"I forgot to bring any from town, and had to supply myself on the way."
"That goes to redeem your character. Fling those away, or give them to the landlord; I have plenty of better ones. But a pipe is the best thing at a place like this, and especially at camp, in the woods."
"So I have often heard you say."
"Mine, though, made a sensation, not long ago."