"
"That's all right; but there are as good fish--"
"Oh, have done with your trite nonsense," interrupted Will Munson,
impatiently. "I'd consult you on a point of law in preference to
most of the gray-beards, but I was a fool to speak of this affair.
And yet as my most intimate friend--"
"Come, Will, I'm not unfeeling;" and John Ackland rose and put his
hand on his friend's shoulder. "I admit that the subject is remote
from my line of thought and wholly beyond my experience. If the
affair is so serious I shall take it to heart."
"Serious! Is it a slight thing to be crippled for life?"
"Oh, come, now," said Ackland, giving his friend a hearty and
encouraging thump, "you are sound in mind and limb; what matters a
scratch on the heart to a man not twenty-five?"
"Very well; I'll say no more about it. When I need a lawyer I'll
come to you. Good-by; I sail for Brazil in the morning."
"Will, sit down and look me in the eyes," said Ackland,
decisively. "Will, forgive me. You are in trouble. A man's eyes
usually tell me more than all his words, and I don't like the
expression of yours.
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