“I did.”
“Now see here, Maxie; you’re not a dead one, and you must have heard the stories that are going around about Donovan. For that matter, you come from the same town, and you must know what sort of a fellow he is.”
Dick straightened himself belligerently.
“You’re just the man I’ve been looking for, MacClay; somebody who can tell me precisely the sort of fellow Larry Donovan is. It’s just possible that I don’t know; I haven’t been acquainted with him more than ten or a dozen years.”
MacClay looked embarrassed. He was a very decent fellow in the main, though somewhat inclined to take himself and his own little world a trifle too seriously.
“I’ll just ask you one question, Maxie: have you any sisters?”
“Yes; two of ’em.”
“Would you be willing to have Donovan meet them?”
“Rats! They’re only kids, but, barring the difference in ages, he’s known them as long and as well as he has me.”
“And he’s accepted by your people—in your home?”