While Bob was getting the paper, he asked Mr. Starleigh if he knew the young man.
“Oh, yes; he is a son of Gregory Maverick, the president of the T. W. & L. Railroad. You can take the picture to his house as soon as it is done.”
This pleased Bob. He wished to see Grace Maverick once again, if possible, but he did not care to make a call unless he had business, being afraid she might think he had come to be rewarded for his bravery in helping her down the cliff.
Bob left the photographing establishment at six o’clock with four of the pictures in his pocket. He had worked hard during the day, and he felt both tired and dirty.
“I think I’ll go home first and wash, dress, and get supper before I deliver the picture,” he said to himself. “If I called at the house looking like this, Grace Maverick might take me for a tramp.”
Which showed that Bob placed a high value on the beautiful young girl’s opinion.
Bob hurried to his boarding-house, and after a good scrubbing dressed himself in a new suit he had just purchased. Then he hastily swallowed his supper, and set out for Mountain Avenue.
The way lay past the studio, and as Bob drew near to the place where he was employed, he noticed a crowd rushing along.
“What’s up?” he asked of a man who was running.
“Fire up the street.”