bade him cease making a fool of himself. Mellish tried to embrace
him.

"My own boy," he exclaimed, affectionately. "He's my little
nonpareil. Cashel Byron again' the world at catch weight. Bob
Mellish's money--"

"You sot," said Cashel, rolling him about until he was giddy as well
as drunk, and then forcing him to sit down on a bench; "one would
think you never saw a mill or won a bet in your life before."

"Steady, Byron," said one of the others. "Here's his lordship." Lord
Worthington was coming up the stairs, apparently the most excited of
the party.

"Fine man!" he cried, patting Cashel on the shoulder. "Splendid man!
You have won a monkey for me to-day; and you shall have your share
of it, old boy."

"I trained him," said Mellish, staggering forward again. "I trained
him. You know me, my lord. You know Bob Mellish. A word with your
lordship in c-confidence. You ask who knows how to make the beef go
and the muscle come. You ask--I ask your lordship's pard'n. What'll
your lordship take?"

"Take care, for Heaven's sake!" exclaimed Lord Worthington,
clutching at him as he reeled backward towards the line. "Don't you
see the train?"

"_I_ know," said Mellish, gravely. "I am all right; no man more so.