"Me? Now? Ah yes! Quite--er--er--thank you."

Bart was somewhat astonished at the words and manner of his whilom
enemy.

Colonel Harrington looked positively embarrassed. He would glance at
Bart, start to speak, lower his eyes, and, turning pale as he seemed to
remember, and turning red as he seemed to realize, would fumble at his
watch fob, run his fingers through his hair and act flustered generally.

"The cab will be back in a few minutes," remarked Bart. "It was a pretty
bad shaking up, but I hope you are none the worse for it. Good day,
Colonel Harrington."

Bart turned to leave. He heard the colonel spluttering.

"Hold on," ordered the magnate. "I want to give you--I want to give
you--some money," he observed.

"I can't take it, Colonel Harrington," said Bart definitely. "If I have
been of service to you I am glad, but you will remember I was in the
same danger as yourself, and quite anxious to save my own skin."

"Bosh! I mean--maybe," retorted the colonel, getting bombastic, and then
humble.

"Well, put up your money, Colonel," advised Bart. "As I say, if I have
been of service to you I am glad."