"Does he want to put him in jail?" asked Montague.

"Heavens, no!" said Oliver. "Put a Venable in jail? He wants him for
a witness against the gambler; and poor Chauncey is flitting about
the country hiding with his friends, and wailing because he'll miss
the Horse Show."

They boarded the palatial private car, and were introduced to a
number of other guests. Among them was Major Venable; and while
Oliver buried himself in the new issue of the fantastic-covered
society journal, which contained the poem of the erotic "Ysabel,"
his brother chatted with the Major. The latter had taken quite a
fancy to the big handsome stranger, to whom everything in the city
was so new and interesting."

"Tell me what you thought of the Snow Palace," said he. "I've an
idea that Mrs. Winnie's got quite a crush on you. You'll find her
dangerous, my boy--she'll make you pay for your dinners before you
get through!"

After the train was under way, the Major got himself surrounded with
some apollinaris and Scotch, and then settled back to enjoy himself.
"Did you see the 'drunken kid' at the ferry?" he asked. "(That's
what our abstemious district attorney terms my precious young
heir-apparent.) You'll meet him at the Castle--the Havens are good
to him. They know how it feels, I guess; when John was a youngster
his piratical uncle had to camp in Jersey for six months or so, to
escape the strong arm of the law."

"Don't you know about it?" continued the Major, sipping at his