Strange, and take your fill." He finished polishing his
spectacles, and readjusted them. "I aim to make you so comfortable
in Jonesville that---" Blaze paused, he started, and a peculiar
expression crept over his face.
It seemed to Law that his friend actually turned pale; at any
rate, his mouth dropped open and his gaze was no longer
hypnotically following the pool-balls, but was fixed upon his
opponent.
Now there were chapters in the life of Blaze Jones that had never
been fully written, and it occurred to Dave that such a one had
been suddenly reopened; therefore he prepared himself for some
kind of an outburst. But Blaze appeared to be numbed; he even
jumped nervously when Mr. Strange missed a shot and advised him
that his chance had come.
As water escapes from a leaky pail, so had Jones's fondness for
pool oozed away, and with it had gone his accustomed skill. He
shot blindly, and, much to the general surprise, missed an easy
attempt.
"Can't expect to get 'em all," comfortingly observed Mr. Strange
as he executed a combination that netted him two balls and broke
the bunch. After that he proved the insincerity of his statement
by clearing the cloth for a second time.
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