"Well, he is very angry about it, anyway," said our hero.

Early the next morning Felix Gussing received a communication from the
lawyer. It was in the following terms:--

"MR. GUSSING. Sir:--In consequence of your reckless driving yesterday,
I was thrown from my carriage, receiving a contusion on my shoulder and
other injuries. My carriage was also nearly ruined. If you choose
to make a race-course of the public highways you must abide the
consequences. The damage I have sustained I cannot estimate at less than
one hundred and fifty dollars. Indemnify me for that and I will go no
further. Otherwise, I shall be compelled to resort to legal action.

"SILAS SIMMS, Atty."

Felix read the letter several times and his knees shook visibly. He did
not want to pay over such an amount, yet it struck him with terror when
he thought he might possibly be arrested for fast driving. He went to
see Mr. Silas Simms.

"I am very sorry," he began.

"Have you come to pay?" demanded the attorney, curtly.

"Well--er--the fact is--don't you think you are asking rather a stiff
price, Mr. Simms?"

"Not at all! Not at all, sir! I ought to have placed the damages at
three hundred!"