nevertheless, appeared to be half real and half affected.

"Is that photograph hers?" said York in a low voice, after a slight
pause.

"Hers? No! It's one of the San Francisco actresses. He, he! Don't you
see? I bought it for two bits in one of the bookstores. I never thought
they'd swaller THAT too; but they did! Oh, but the old man played 'em
this time didn't he--eh?" and he peered curiously in York's face.

"Yes, and he played ME too," said York, looking steadily in the old
man's eye.

"Yes, of course," interposed Plunkett hastily; "but you know, Yorky, you
got out of it well! You've sold 'em too. We've both got em on a string
now--you and me--got to stick together now. You did it well, Yorky: you
did it well. Why, when you said you'd seen me in York City, I'm d----d
if I didn't"--

"Didn't what?" said York gently; for the old man had stopped with a pale
face and wandering eye.

"Eh?"

"You say when I said I had seen you in New York you thought"--

"You lie!" said the old man fiercely. "I didn't say I thought any thing.
What are you trying to go back on me for, eh?" His hands were trembling
as he rose muttering from the bed, and made his way toward the hearth.