No matter for that, _Eugenius_; I would give the shirt off my back to be burned into tinder, were it only to satisfy one feverish enquirer, how many sparks at one good stroke, a good flint and steel could strike into the tail of it. ----Think ye not that in striking these _in_, --he might, peradventure, strike something _out?_ as sure as a gun.----

No matter for that, Eugenius. 