"Sprowl ought to settle them," said Lansing, good-naturedly. "It may cost us a few thousands, but Sprowl will do the work this time as he did it before." Sprowl choked in his claret, turned a vivid beef-color, and wiped his chin. His appetite was ruined. He hoped the ruin would stop there. "What harm will they do?" asked Coursay, seriously--"beyond the soapsuds?" "They'll fish, they'll throw tin cans in the water, they'll keep us awake with their fanatical powwows--confound it, haven't I seen that sort of thing?" said the Major, passionately. "Yes, I have, at nigger camp-meetings! And these people beat the niggers at that sort of thing!" "Leave 'em to me," repeated Peyster Sprowl, thickly, and began on another chop from force of habit. "About fifteen years ago," said the Colonel, "there was some talk about our title. You fixed that, didn't you, Sprowl?" "Yes," said Sprowl, with parched lips. "Of course," muttered the Major; "it cost us a cool hundred thousand to perfect our title. Thank God it's settled." Sprowl's immense body turned perfectly cold; he buried his face in his glass and drained it. Then the shrimp-color returned to his neck and ears, and deepened to scarlet. When the earth ceased reeling before his apoplectic eyes, he looked around, furtively. Again the scene in O'Hara's death-chamber came to him; the threat of Munn, who had got wind of the true situation, and the bribing of Munn to silence. But the club had given Sprowl one hundred thousand dollars to perfect its title; and Sprowl had reported the title perfect, all proceedings ended, and the payment of one hundred thousand dollars to Amasa Munn, as guardian of the child of O'Hara, in full payment for the O'Hara claims to the club property. Sprowl's coolness began to return. If five thousand dollars had stopped Munn's mouth once, it might stop it again. Besides, how could Munn know that Sprowl had kept for his own uses ninety-five thousand dollars of his club's money, and had founded upon it the House of Sprowl of many millions? He was quite cool now--a trifle anxious to know what Munn meant to ask for, but confident that his millions were a buckler and a shield to the honored name of Sprowl. "I'll see this fellow, Munn, after breakfast," he said, lighting an expensive cigar. "I'll go with you," volunteered Lansing, casually, strolling out towards the veranda. "No, no!" called out Sprowl; "you'll only hamper me." But Lansing did not hear him outside in the sunshine. Agatha Sprowl laid one fair, heavily ringed hand on the table and pushed her chair back. The Major gallantly waddled to withdraw her chair; she rose with a gesture of thanks, and a glance which shot the Major through and through--a wound he never could accustom himself to receive with stoicism. Mrs. Sprowl turned carelessly away, followed by her two Great Danes--a superb trio, woman and dogs beautifully built and groomed, and expensive enough to please even such an amateur as Peyster Sprowl, M.F.H.