nblinking. The act of smoking fortifies and partly covers
the insolence. But if by chance an equable, not too narrowly focussed,
counterstare is met, our impertinent inquisitor may resemble the
fisherman pulled into deep waters by his fish. Woodseer perused his man,
he was not attempting to fathom him: he had besides other stuff in his
head. Potts had naught, and the poor particle he was wriggled under
detection.

'Tobacco before breakfast!' he said disgustedly tossing his cigar to the
road. 'Your pipe holds on. Bad thing, I can tell you, that smoking on
an empty stomach. No trainer'd allow it, not for a whole fee or double.
Kills your wind. Let me ask you, my good sir, are you going to turn?
We've sat a fairish stretch. I begin to want my bath and a shave, linen
and coffee. Thirsty' as a dog.'

He heard with stupefaction, that he could alight on the spot, if he
pleased, otherwise he would be driven into Carlsruhe. And now they had a
lingual encounter, hot against cool; but the eyes of Chummy Potts
having been beaten, his arguments and reproaches were not backed by
the powerful looks which are an essential part of such eloquence as
he commanded. They fled from his enemy's currishly, even while he was
launching epithets. His pathetic position subjected him to beg that
Woodseer would direct the driver to turn, for he had no knowledge of
'their German lingo.' And said he: 'You've nothing to laugh at, that
I can see. I'm at your mercy, you brute; caught in a trap. I never
walk;--and the sun fit to fry a mackerel along that road! I apologize
for abusing you; I can't do more. You're an infernally clever
player--there! And, upon my soul, I could drink ditchwater! But if
you're going in for transactions at Carlsruhe, mark my words, your
luck's gone. Laugh as much as you like.'

Woodseer happened to be smiling over the excellent reason for not
turning back which inflicted the wofulness. He was not without sympathy
for a thirsty wretch, and guessing, at the sight of an avenue of limes
to the left of the road, that a wayside inn was below, he said: 'You can
have coffee or beer in two minutes,' and told the driver where to pull
up.

The sight of a grey-jacketed, green-collared sportsman, dog at
heel, crossing the flat land to the hills of the forest, pricked him
enviously, and caused him to ask what change had come upon him, that he
should be hurrying to a town for a change of clothes. Just as Potts was
about to jump out, a ca