"You may return home." Jimmie Dale started down the block--a nonchalant Jimmie Dale now, if anything, bored a little.

Near the corner, a figure, back turned, was lounging at the edge of the sidewalk.

Jimmie Dale touched the man on the arm.
"Hello, Carruthers!" he drawled.
"Ah, Jimmie!" Carruthers turned with an excited smile.

"That's the boy! You've made mighty quick time." "Well, you told me to hurry," grumbled Jimmie Dale.

"I'm doing my best to please you to-night.