"Reckon that lot had just about crunched me up. [Pg 14]I feel all stove in.""My lord," answered the monk, still mildly, though in a firmer tone than he had before spoken,To swell out the purse where his Thousands are laying.Harry's pleasure was obviously insincere, just a mask put on out of kindness to his brother. Naomi was coming over on a few days' visit, and everything else was smoke. No one, Reuben reflected, as he walked over to Flightshot to see Sir Miles's agent, no one cared a rap about Boarzell. His mother thought more of her food and of her furniture, thought more of him and Harry, while Harry thought of nothing but Naomi. He would have to wage his fight alone.