"In which you carefully made mention of no one."
"Well, I meant to, and that's all the difference."
"To be sure," added Bentley,—"it's young Tawnish; anybody but a fool would know that."
"To be sure," nodded Jack. "Dick," says he, turning upon me suddenly, "Dick, could you have passed over such an insult as we saw Raikes put upon him the other day?"
"No!" I answered, very short, "and you know it."
Jack turned to Bentley with a groan.
"And you, Bentley, come now," says he, "you could, eh!—come now?"
"Not unless I was asleep or stone blind, or deaf," says Bentley.
"Damme! and why not?" cries Jack, and then groaned again. "I was afraid so," says he, "I was afraid so."
"Jack, what the devil do you mean?" I exclaimed.