Serpent of the Nile."

Don had consulted his watch, and made a lightning calculation as to
the time in which he could get a bite of supper and reach the Gayety,
before he remembered that he was a reformed character. Then he sternly
withdrew his gaze from the lady who peeped through her fingers in the
dusk, and brought it back to the red-headed person, who had continued
his conversation with unbroken volubility.

"... and she says to me," he was concluding "'Mr. Flathers,' she says,
'it's a privelege to help such as you. A man what's been in the gutter
times without number, and bore the awful horrors of delirium tremins
four times and still can feel the stirrings of Christianity in his
bosom.'"

Donald looked at him and laughed. Here was evidently a fellow sinner.

"So you've straightened up, have you? How does it feel?"

Mr. Flathers cast a sidelong glance upward as if to size up the
handsome young gentleman on horseback.

"Mighty depressin'," he confessed, "with a thirst that's been
accumulatin' for weeks and weeks, and a sick wife, and a adobted child
that ain't spoke a word for seven years. But I'm restin' on the Lord.
He well pervide."

"Oh, you'll get along!" said Don, feeling uncommonly lenient toward
his fellow men. "Here's a dollar if that will help you out a bit."