Alphonse and Gaston were fairly
outdone, for the Arizonian, with a smile hidden deep behind the
solemnity of his blue eyes, gave as good as he got. When he was
at last fairly in the safety of his own rooms he gave way to limp
laughter while describing to his little friend that most
ceremonious parting.
"He pressed me to his manly bay window, Curly, and allowed he was
plumb tickled to death to have met me. Says I, coming back equal
strong, 'twas the most glorious day of my life."
"Oh, I know YOU," answered young Hardman, with a smile.
"A friend of his friend O'Halloran--"
"Mr. O'Halloran was here while you were away. He seemed very
anxious to see you; said he would call again in an hour. I think
it must be important."
Came at that instant O'Halloran's ungentle knock, on the heels of
which his red head came through the open door.
"You're the very lad I'm wanting to see, Bucky," he announced,
and followed this declaration by locking all the doors and
beckoning him to the center of the room.
"Is that tough neck of yours aching again, Reddy?" inquired his
friend whimsically.
"It is that, me bye.
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