Landor winced as he folded his napkin and stood up. "I am ready," he said, and going into the long hallway took his cap from the rack and went with the major out into the night.In the expectation of some fun the men gathered round. Those at the tables turned in their chairs and sat watching and pulling at their fierce mustaches as they peered from under the brims of their sombreros. In the midst of them all the little parson looked even smaller than he was. But he was sweetly undaunted and good-humored."I am certainly not good enough for anything else." He began to whistle, but it was not a success, and he stopped.
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"But that is sport," she answered carelessly.[Pg 257]She threw him an indifferent "I am not afraid, not of anything." It was a boast, but he had reason to know that it was one she could make good.