“What, on account of that upset a month ago?”
“Yes.”
“Murder!” ejaculated the doctor.
“Yes,” said Chumbley, “for us men; but I think I should be more sorry for the other sex.”
Volume One—Chapter Twenty Six.
Up the River.
Doctor Bolter nearly let fall the cigar he was smoking, for his jaw suddenly dropped; but by a clever snatch of the hand he caught it, and replaced it in his lips, as he glanced at the showily-dressed steersman to see if he had noticed the display of agitation.
“I say, Chumbley, don’t be a stupid,” he said, in a low voice, as he brushed some of the cigar-ash from his white linen tunic.