say it. I judged by his appearance that he had seen pretty hard times since he left Mr. Brown's protecting care. He had sneeringly told me that I was not worth the modest price that had been set upon me, but, here I was, as bright as ever, while he looked as though he had been through half a dozen wars.
"I remember you now," said I, "but you have changed so much that I did not recognize you at first. Where have you been, and what have you done since that countryman of yours ordered you to be sent up to the Lambert House?"
"He was no countryman of mine," replied the double barrel, sadly. "He was a full-fledged Yankee who tried to pass himself off for something better than he really was. But he's got all over that; the guides laughed him out of it."
"Did they laugh you into your present condition?" I asked, remembering that the double barrel had also tried to pass himself off for something better than he really was.
"Eh? No," he replied, indignantly. "It's
