For a moment the expression upon my uncle’s face made me realize that this match was really a serious matter to him. Then he shrugged his shoulders with an incredulous smile.
“All the worse for the fools who give the odds,” said he. “My man is all right. You saw him yesterday, nephew?”
“He was all right yesterday, sir.”
“If anything had gone wrong I should have heard.”
“But perhaps,” said Warr, “it ’as not gone wrong with ’im yet.”
“What d’you mean?”
“I’ll tell you what I mean, sir. You remember Berks? You know that ’e ain’t to be overmuch depended on at any time, and that ’e ’ad a grudge against your man ’cause ’e laid ’im out in the coach-’ouse. Well, last night about ten o’clock in ’e comes into my bar, and the three bloodiest rogues in London at ’is ’eels. There was Red Ike, ’im
