The things we do!

They all
sighed.
"Gentlemen, you all deserve to win," said Dunwody. "I feel like a
thief."
"I have a thousand acres of niggers 'n four hunnerd cotton lands,"
remarked the Honorable William Jones, amiably, "says you can't do
it again. I can prove it from Mr. Gibbon's _'Cline 'n Fall_."
Judge Clayton rose, laughing, slapping Dunwody on the shoulder and
giving an arm to Mr. Jones, whom he assisted to his room.


CHAPTER V
SPOLIA OPIMA
Dunwody remained seated at the table, carelessly shuffling the
cards between his fingers. Once in a while he cast an amused
glance toward Carlisle, and at last remarked, as though continuing
an arrested thought:
"Amanuensis, is she?" He chuckled. The other ventured no reply.
"My dear sir, at your age, I congratulate you! The choice of an
amanuensis is one very important for a public man, not less so, I
imagine, for a military man. Consider the need--"
"I think that will do, my dear Dunwody," rejoined Carlisle at
length, the hot blood in his face.


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