THE CHUMS READ A TELEGRAM The tumult was over, although from the Row came at times a wild shout of exultation from some enthusiastic youth.

In 12 Billings, Steve and Tom were dressing for the banquet.

There was no feverish hurry in their movements.

Tom sat for minutes at a time with a shirt draped across his knees and smiled fatuously through swollen lips.

There was plenty of time.