"I bid you good-day, Mr. Banger," he said, smiling with all his fine teeth. "I shall leave Mr. Touchtone to tell his story again. It is, likely, a perfectly true one. At least, I withdraw mine as being—substantially incorrect. Please remember that, Mr. Touchtone. You have beaten in this fight. I shall not trouble you again. Good-morning."
He turned, with his easiest manner, to the officers in plain clothes, muttering something.
If an evil spirit had suddenly risen before Mr. Banger—or, for that matter, before the two lads still facing him, Gerald holding Philip's arm in a desperate grip—Mr. Banger could not have been more frightened and mute. He gasped. Then he ejaculated, with difficulty, "Mr. Jennison! You don't—" But as the Jennison party moved away Gerald leaned forward and uttered a cry.
"Philip! They're coming yonder! Look at them! Papa! Papa! Mr. Marcy! Both of them!"
And then, as those two gentlemen, in flesh and blood indeed, came running from the hotel up the path toward them, Marcy hurrahing and waving his hat, Saxton calling out, "Gerald,
