"For her? Yes, that's right; but hang it all, Riggs, when a fellow is better paid to stop here, why shouldn't he?"
"Who paid you best?"
"My friend Merle," said Jem. "He's a cool one, and when he wants a thing done to his liking it is done that way, that's all."
They stood under one of the trees in the park, and Old Broadbrim saw that his companion's face was still pale.
"Look here, that was a cool game, Jem," said he.
"What was?"
"Why, your little play in London."
"Did he tell you?"
"Who, Merle?"
"Yes. Well, never mind. I did let the fox get away from me, but I came on after him as soon as I could."