Good-night, sir, good-night." He was holding the door open and smiling politely.

Paul, scowling, arose and shook hands with the Robinson emissary.

Neil kept up a steady stream of talk, and his chum could only mutter vague words about his pleasure at Mr.Brill's call and about seeing him to-morrow.

When the door had closed behind him the coach stood a moment in the hall and thoughtfully buttoned his coat.
"I think I've got Gale all right," he said to himself, "but"-- with a slight smile--"the other chap was too smart for me.

And, confound him, he's just the sort we need!" When he reached the entrance he was obliged to elbow his way through a solid throng of shouting youths who with excited faces and waving caps and flags informed the starlight winter sky over and over that they wanted Gale and Fletcher, to which demand the band lent hearty if rather discordant emphasis.
* * * * * A good deal happened in the next two hours, but nothing that is pertinent to this narrative.