"How the deuce did he do it?"
"Why, Tom, where did you get 'em?"
"Testimonial—testimonial of affection," replied Kelly, "literally showered on me."
"Tom, you stole them."
"I did not steal them!"
"Tom, you stole them!"
"Tom, O Tom!"
Kelly, who had proceeded to empty his pockets for an exhibition, becoming abruptly offended at the universal shouted accusation, repocketed the pool-balls and departed, despite a storm of protest and entreaties, carrying with him McNab.
A number of the crowd were passing beyond control; others, inflexible, smiling, continued in their attitude of spectators, Brockhurst because he could not forget himself, Hunter and Bain because they would not.
"Time for us to be cutting out," said Hunter, with a glance at his watch. "What about it, Stover?"