In a huff (inwardly), he sought his companions, and escorted them to the Bottomless Pit, there to celebrate his great victory, as he called it.
"Well, what luck?" asked Welty Morne, as soon as a bottle had been uncorked, and he held a glass of its contents before his admiring eyes.
"Aye, what luck?" chimed in Bate Yenger.
"Bully good luck," said the ghost, like an owl.
"All right with the old man, I suppose?" said Welty, swallowing down his glassful.
"All right—the old duffer," said Monroe, draining his glass.
"How about the girl?" they asked.
"She fell right into my arms, and accepted," responded the ghost, seemingly without the glint of a frown.
"Whew! Quick work, old boy; quick work! When is it to come off?" asked Welty, speaking loudly.
"Sometime in the future," answered Monroe, mysteriously.