in the scrim."

"I could see his legs. I know his boots."

It is true that The Don has a peculiar toe on his boots.

"Oh," jeers Campbell scornfully, "that's all rot, you know,
Huntingdon."

"Look here, Campbell, listen to what I say. I want you to remember I
am speaking the truth."

Huntingdon's quiet tone has its effect.

"I would never think of challenging your word," replies Campbell,
"but I think it is quite impossible that you could absolutely know
that The Don came to a dead stand."

"I repeat, I can pick out Balfour's boots from a whole crowd, and I
know he was brought to a stand. I am prepared to swear that. Can any
man swear to the contrary?"

"Why, certainly," cries Campbell, "half a dozen men can. There's
Shock, who was right behind him."

But Shock thus appealed to, hesitates. He has an unfortunate
conscience.

"I can't say for sure," he says, looking piteously, at his captain.