Lefty missed Jack Stillman and was beginning to wonder where he was when the reporter suddenly issued from the elevator, about eight o’clock, and hurried over.
“Had to get my copy off,” he explained. “Say! Have you seen old Oggie?”
“You don’t mean Oggie Wilmerding!” Lefty exclaimed incredulously.
“Surest thing you know! The old lobster was here when we got back from the field this afternoon. He’s traveling for the Wood’s Hoisting Engine Company. Talk about class! Oh, hush!”
Lefty grinned. “Oggie always did have a hankering for lugs,” he chuckled. “But he’s all right, just the same. Where do you suppose he’s gone?”
“Give it up. He said something about seeing a man the first thing in the morning, but perhaps he’s hunting him up to-night.”
This surmise proved to be correct. About half an hour later a tall, well-groomed, prosperous-looking chap entered the lobby, and was instantly seized by the two Princeton men and mauled after the fashion of college mates who haven’t met each other in some time.
He was unfeignedly glad to see Lefty, and when the first exuberant greetings were ended they settled down in a corner of the lobby to talk over old times.
“You’re fat as a pig, Oggie,” Lefty remarked, with fond bluntness. “I’d like to have you on the squad for about a month.”
Wilmerding waved away the suggestion with horror. “No, thanks! I never took to exercise. I’m very well satisfied as I am. Never did like to see every bone in a fellow’s body.” He paused an instant, and then chuckled. “But this is the best ever, running across you three old Princeton plugs in a bunch. Where’s Elgin? I was talking to him before supper, and I’ll be hanged if he isn’t a pretty decent chap. Never cared very much for him at college, but he seems to have improved a lot since then.”