“ I’ll stimulate you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t like to mess up your plans, you know. But I might⁠—out of sheer funk and misery.”

“You’d better not,” said the voice, with quiet emphasis.

“I wish I was dead,” said Marvel.

“It ain’t justice,” he said; “you must admit.⁠ ⁠… It seems to me I’ve a perfect right⁠—”

“ Get on!” said the voice.

Mr. Marvel mended his pace, and for a time they went in silence again.