“Well?”
“I wonder how much old Eely’s father gave for that one. I don’t think it could have cost a very great deal.”
I shook my head, for I had not the least idea, and then I found myself watching Burr major, who was still comparing his watch with the great clock.
“I won’t think about it any more,” said Mercer suddenly.
“Think of what?” I said wonderingly.
“That watch. It worries me. I was dreaming about it all last night, and wishing that I’d got it somehow, and that it was mine. And it isn’t, and never can be, can it?”
“No,” I said, and we walked into the big room, for the breakfast-bell began to ring, and very welcome it sounded to us, after being up so early, and indulging in such violent exercise.
“Here comes Eely,” whispered Mercer, “and old Dicksee too. I say: that punch with the left! Oh my!”