“How,” said Eugene, taking another little piece of earth, and shooting it with great precision at the former mark, “how injurious to anyone else?”

“I don’t know.”

“And,” said Eugene, taking, as he said the word, another shot, “to whom else?”

“I don’t know.”

Checking himself with another piece of earth in his hand, Eugene looked at his friend inquiringly and a little suspiciously. There was no concealed or half-expressed meaning in his face.