"Yes, with a sledge hammer."
"Alright. England was built with the sledge hammer. I admit that I'm naturally a slogger."
"Precisely; you prefer the cutlass to the rapier."
"Not a bit, I prefer the twelve-inch gun. Which brings me naturally to Bounce. Do you admire Bounce?"
"I do."
"Then I can explain. Bounce bears the same relation to the other men that the gipsy kid bears to other girls."
"Then I admit that she must be good."
They let themselves into their diggings, and Darwen sat down in an easy chair, and whistling softly to himself one of the tunes he had just been dancing to, he gazed absently in front of him, but there was a happy light in his eyes; he stopped whistling suddenly and addressed Carstairs, who was mixing himself a whiskey and soda.
"Do you know I have an idea that our respected chief will not be with us much longer?"
"Why?"