“When did you arrive?” asked Mr. Hall when they were on the street.
“About an hour ago. Ran down to Columbus last night, got there early this morning, and found I could catch a train over here and see you for a few hours and still get back to Mount Placid to-morrow morning. My train goes at nine-something, and I’ll have to change in the middle of the night. I call that a real proof of love and affection, John.”
“Yes, but you’re a silly chap if you think I’m going to let you go on to-night.”
“Sorry, but I have to be home in the morning. Topsy gets back and I must be there to meet her. Well, how are you?”
“Bully, thanks. I needn’t ask how you are; you look as strong as an ox; besides, I got news of you from young Craig. By the way, that was a nice letter you wrote to me about him.”
“By Jove, I didn’t, did I? Meant to, but quite forgot it. Have you seen him?”
“Yes, he came around one morning and we had a chat. Nice boy.”
“Yes, he is. Deserving, too. I never saw a chap his age who looked more like a real catcher, John. I want to do something for him; want to get him into college.”
“Hm,” said Mr. Hall. “Can’t you afford it?”
Mr. York laughed ruefully. “Yes, but he won’t let me. At least, not the easy way. I offered to get him a college position and he turned me down; said it wouldn’t be honest.”