looking at him in such a manner. At length he became angry, and
noticing that the eyes never left his face, he leaped to his feet with
a savage oath, and moving over to where Reynolds was standing, demanded
of him an explanation.

Brought suddenly to earth, Reynolds started, and asked what was the
trouble.

"Trouble!" Curly roared. "You'll d---- soon find out if you don't mind
your own business."

"Why, I have been doing nothing," and Reynolds looked his surprise. "I
was merely watching the game."

"No, you weren't. You were watching me like a cat watches a mouse, and
I want to know what you mean."

Reynolds laughed.

"I didn't realise I was watching you," he explained. "My mind was
elsewhere. I was thinking of more important things. You seem to be
looking for trouble."

"I am, and you're the trouble, d---- you. You've made me lose my game."

"H'm, you needn't accuse me. It must be your own conscience. I am not
looking for a quarrel, even if you are. I shall leave at once if my
presence is so objectionable to you. I'm rather fond of my own
company."