I have great admiration for the whole tribe, and am on speaking terms with quite a bunch.
But for pure nerve commend me to that chap—it was in Chattanooga where I was stopping at the time—who rung me up from the office, five stories down.
Time eleven thirty-seven at night.
I jumped out of bed, and turning on the electric light, rushed to the phone.
"Hello, 411."
"Hello."
"This George Niblo?"
"Yes."
"Gone to bed, yet?"
"Sure. Do you think I——"