“Well, it struck me it might be a way of putting myself right with the fellows if I won; but I’m half afraid I won’t win, and then their highnesses will be doubly sure of my villainy!”

“I know you will win,” said Wraysford.

“If I do I shall feel an awful blackguard, for you would have been certain of it.”

“I’m not so very sure. However, I think I could have beaten Loman.”

“He seemed out of it, quite. Do you know I think that fellow is going to the dogs altogether?”

“Pity,” said Wraysford, “if he is, but it does look like it.”


Chapter Thirty One.

Loman in Luck again.