Jim grinned. "I'm afraid we shall have to dispense with that for a day or two." "Good Heavens!" shouted John James Hildebrand, "it's Jim Maitland!" "Bright boy," said his wife, and it struck me she wasn't quite at her ease. "I only came to when you were fighting," he went on, "and I never recognised you." And then he too dried up a little awkwardly. "By Gad, old man," he said steadily, after a moment, "I feel it horribly, that I couldn't fight my own battles for myself. It was fine of you to take that swine on--fin…
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