for Colonel Clay, with a nervous laugh, he bolted off at full speed in his evening coat, and vanished round a corner.
I rolled backward.

It was some seconds before I had sufficiently recovered my breath to pick myself up again, and examine my bruises. By this time Charles and the other pursuers had come up, and I explained my condition to them. Instead of commending me for my zeal in his cause—which had cost me a barked arm and a good evening suit—my brother-in-law remarked, with an unfeeling