"You know Clark, do you?"
"Yes, old fellow, we know him from 'way back," was the reply, "but up our way he is Henry Burton Chamberlain."
"Hum," muttered Taylor; "I suppose that is his name."
"Of course it is; and it seems to me that there need be no more mystery among friends."
"Ah! but remember, gentlemen, you are both strangers to me."
"That's true enough; but we are not strangers to Hen Chamberlain."
"Let's see—did you mention your names?"
"I don't know that we have to you. But that's an omission readily corrected. Mine is Barney Hawks, and this is my pal, Jake Klinkhammer."
"Ah, yes, I have heard Chamberlain speak of you. If I remember rightly, you have been in two or three little affairs with him?"
"I should say we had! and a good many more than two or three."