He sits t a dozen yards away. If I glance over my shoulder I can see him. And if I catch his eye-and usually I catch his eye-it meets me with an expression-- It is mainly an imploring look-and yet with suspicion in it. Confound his suspicion! If I wanted to tell on him I should have told long ago. I don't tell and I don't tell, and he ought to feel at his ease. As if anything so gross and fat as he could feel at ease! Who would believe me if I did tell?