which he was reading slip into his soup.”I tell you what, Cayley,” he said, “if you don’t crush this young brother of yours, I will. This is a matter of life or death, and I must have a clear head to think it out.”

“I was only saying,” cried Jim desperately. But his brother stopped him.

“Hold your tongue, Jim,” he said. “We’ve worry enough to go on with just at present. I mean it, my lad. If you’ve anything important to proclaim, leave it to me to give you the tip when to splutter at it. I’m solemn.”

When Don Alfredo said he was “solemn,” it often meant that he was on the edge of a most unbrotherly rage. And so Jim concentrated upon his dinner. He made wry faces at Mrs. Jumbo and her strokings, and even found fault with the soup when she asked him sweetly if it were not excellent. All this to relieve his feelings.

The two engineers left Jim to finish his dinner by himself. Jim’s renewed effort of “I say, Alf!” was quenched by the upraised hands of both engineer

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