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Slender René de Montigny, in a jerkin of rubbed and faded purple velvet, with his malign, Italianate face and his delicate Italianate grace; rotund Guy Tabarie, bluff, red and bald; Casin Cholet, tall and bird-like, with the figure of a stork and the features of a bird of prey; Jehan le Loup, who looked as vulpine as his nickname; these Robin Turgis eyed and catalogued with a kind of pride.

Merry called for the cashier. When the gentleman appeared and greeted him cordially, Frank said: "Mr. Casin, I wish to introduce two of my friends, Mr. Barney Mulloy and Mr. Ephraim Gallup." "Glad to know you, gentlemen," bowed the cashier, as he shook hands with both. "These young men wish to become depositors in your bank," explained Merriwell.

Villon drew the pair a little way apart and stood between them, eyeing their roguish faces on which false affability struggled with a very real fear. "Are you good citizens, sirs?" he asked, and Colin immediately answered him: "I am loath to sing my own praises, but I can speak frankly for my friend here. The king has no better subject, and Paris no more peaceable burgess than Casin Cholet."

"Wholly satisfactory, Mr. Merriwell," asserted Casin. Mulloy and Gallup produced check books and proceeded to draw checks at a standing desk used for that purpose by depositors. These checks were made payable to the Wellsburg First National Bank, and Merriwell indorsed both of them.

My ankle is sprained or something and my side feels sort of funny." "I shouldn't wonder," said Dempsey. "I got a dippy kind of feelin' inside my own headpiece piece of shell casin' come and beaned me. It don't amount to much, though; just enough to get me a wound stripe. You're the lucky guy, sarge. Maybe it's so you won't have to go back and prob'ly I will."

I once suspicioned that old Cap'en Bowers, who was always foolin' round the hold yer, must hev noticed the bulge in the casin', but when he took to axin' questions I axed others ye know my style, Rosey? Come." He led the way grimly back to the cabin, the young people following; but turning suddenly at the companion way he observed Renshaw's arm around the waist of his daughter.

"I wonder what that girl will say," mused Tabarie, "if our François comes back with the Duke of Burgundy in his pocket!" "I wonder what she will say," sneered Jehan le Loup, "if he trundles back feet foremost with a hole in his body and half a head." "Whatever happens is sure to vex her," said Casin Cholet. "Women are made that way." "Our poor minions will be lonely to-night," said Colin.

Blanche was no less practical. "Kissed a wench for the same purpose," she cried. "The times that I've been wooed out of my name!" "Picked the woman's pocket," Casin Cholet hinted, wagging his shock head wisely, while Jehan le Loup, with a hideous leer, sniggered: "Got near her in the crowd and pinched her," and suited the action to the word with finger and thumb on Blanche's plump shoulder.

It's a fifty-to-one shot. Tools are lost, the casin' collapses, the cable breaks, money gives out, shootin' is badly done, water filters in, or oil ain't there in payin' quantities. In a coupla years you can buy a deskful of no-good stock for a dollar Mex." "Then why is everybody in it?" "We've all been bit by this get-rich-quick bug.

"Seems to me I recognize that melojious voice." A man stepped from the gloom with masterful, arrogant strides. "'Lo, Hart," he said. "Can you lend me a reamer?" Bob knew he had come to spy out the land and not to borrow tools. "Don't seem to me we've hardly got any reamers to spare, Dug," drawled the young man sitting on the porch floor. "What's the trouble? Got a kink in yore casin'?"