"What fellow?" asked Bailey.
"Any fellow you please," replied Richard, with a knowing smile.
"I didn't see any fellow chase you," added Bailey, innocently.
"Can't you see through a millstone when there is a hole in it?"
"Of course I can."
"Don't you see what I mean?"
"No, I don't."
"If Gault asks me how I hurt my face, I will tell him a fellow was chasing me, and I tumbled down. Of course all the rest of you saw it."
"But I don't see it," persisted Bailey.
"Don't you, indeed! Then I think you ought to have a pair of leather spectacles."