"Hurrah! and I bet all differences are patched up again between you!" cried Jack.
"Everything is lovely, and the goose hangs high," sang Paul.
"Meaning poor old blundering Ward. He showed himself for a coward to the girl he's sweet on. Oh! my, oh! me, how is the mighty fallen. Congratulations, good friend, and then more of them. So the clouds have disappeared along your horizon, just as they did on mine. I only wish I'd had a hand in clearing your skies."
"So you did. You kept that baseball bat of mine until the right minute came. Only for that my name might have been mud," laughed Paul.
"And if you'd only open your heart now, and give me a hint about the fellow you believe has been playing that trick on me with my old coins—"
"Just you wait a little. It's coming soon. So-long!" and with a click the connection was cut off.
CHAPTER XXI
THE MEETING
"How are you, Paul?"