THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
the first night in his life away from his own kin and friends. But he was not so glad when, after tea, as he stood at the door of the hotel, he saw sauntering toward him not only Harry, but also Lieutenant De Lacy and his friend Mr. Sims.
"These fellows would come along," explained Harry; "I told them you didn't want them."
"Showed how little he knew," said the lieutenant. "I told him you would be delighted."
"Will you come in?" said Ranald, rather grudgingly, "though there is nothing much inside."
"What a bear," said Mr. Sims to Harry, disgustedly, in a low voice.
"Nothing much!" said the lieutenant, "a good deal I should say from what one can hear."
"Oh, that is nothing," replied Ranald; "the boys are having some games."
The bar-room was filled with men in shanty dress, some sitting with chairs tipped back against the wall, smoking the black French "twist" tobacco; others drinking at the bar; and others still at the tables that stood in one corner of the room playing cards with loud exclamations and oaths of delight or disgust, according to their fortune. The lieutenant pushed his way through the crowd, followed by the others.
"A jolly lot, by Jove!" he exclaimed, looking with mild interest on the scene, "and with the offer of some sport, too," he added, glancing at the card-players in the corner, where men were losing their winter's wages.
"What will you take?" said Ranald, prompted by
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