"Keep cool. The more you worry, the warmer you'll get."
That ride downtown was torture to Young King Brady, and there wasn't a minute he did not have his watch in his hand and kept counting the minutes as they slipped by.
It was with a deep sense of relief that he saw the train stop at the bridge and he was the first one off the cars.
"Quarter past twelve," he growled, feverishly, "and it will take us five or ten minutes longer to reach the hotel."
"Have patience—" began Old King Brady.
"Can't do it. Let's run, or I'll get wild!"
They made rapid time down Park Row and crossing past the post-office, they hastened into the hotel.
Going to the desk, they asked the clerk:
"Is Mr. Savoy here?"
"Yes. Room 76. Name, please."