94 AN ANGLER'S LINES. 



" I haf a nice Vatch for sale," he re- 

 marked. " It is a good one; very sheap. 

 Only ten and sixpence. Here, take it in your 

 hand and see for yourself. It vill bear look- 

 ing at." 



Before he could decline, a lady's " gold ' r 

 keyless watch had been forced upon the indig- 

 nant angler. Only for a moment did he re- 

 tain possession but he noticed that it was going 

 to time, had split seconds, and, altogether, 

 looked worth the amount asked. Then, with a 

 gesture that admitted of no misunderstanding, 

 the younger man handed it back. Upon being 

 appealed to in turn, his companion signified, 

 in no less equivocal a manner, his disinclination 

 to purchase. With a final statement respect- 

 ing its " sheapness " the importunate one re- 

 turned the watch to his pocket, and proceeded 

 to stare thoughtfully out of the window into 

 the darkness beyond. Occasionally the grimy 

 hand would wander in an abstracted manner 

 over the bag, until the angler could endure it 

 no longer and was on the point of removing 



