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"I hope not, Dick"

"You are, though," repeated the Viscount, looking graver than ever

"Why?"

"Because--well, because you are evidently bent upon dying young"

"How so, Dick?"

"Well, if you ride in the race and don't break your neck, Carnaby

ant a ith you; and if he doesn't shoot you, why then

Chichester certainly will--next time, damn him!"

"Next time?"

"Oh, I know all about your little affair with him--across the table

Gad, Beverley, what a perfectly reckless fellow you are!"

"But--how do you know of this?"

"Froain, Dick?"

"Yes, of course; that is, I took 'Moonraker' for a gallop yesterday,

and--happened to be that way"

"Ah!" said Barnabas

"And she toldto

stride up and down the rooone,

"I mean about--about the button you found, it was that devil

Chichester's it seeive me your hand! She

told me how you confronted the fellow Ha! I'll swear you had hi in his villain's shoes, duellist as he is"