Walter thought he never should get him to the gate, but they reached it at last. He thought it was the same man and the same entrance they had come in by before, but really both were quite different. The gatekeeper said at once,—
"Where's your money? But you can only stay five minutes."
"Oh, we paid this morning," replied Chris. "Don't you remember a big party with red rosettes on?"
"You can't come in again, anyhow, without paying. And you haven't no red rosettes."
"Yes, I have; it's in my pocket," said Walter, beginning to feel for it. But, alas! it was gone—drawn out, most likely, with his handkerchief.
"Why did you make me take it off?" he said crossly. "Get out yours, Chris, and show it."
"Mine? Threw the old thing away hours ago. Not such a fool as I look," answered Chris rudely.—"I'm going through here, so you can just stop your row," he continued insolently to the gatekeeper, with a vague idea of obtaining admiration from the crowds now coming out through the turnstile.
The gatekeeper looked at him contemptuously for a moment, and then gave a little whistle. Instantly two very tall policemen appeared.
"Just turn these two chaps out, will you?" said he. "They're regular holiday-keepers, they are. Been at the Palace Arms, I should say, most of the day."
"Now then, you clear out," said the policemen, with voice and manner that even Chris dared not disregard.