"Come again, boy," Burns said with a sudden flashing smile at his friend.
"I will—day after to-morrow in the afternoon," King returned, and his eyes held Burns's.
"What? Do you know?"
King nodded, with a look of pride. "You bet I do."
"Who told you?"
"Himself."
"Didn't know you knew him well enough for that."
"Oh, yes, through mother; they're old friends. She sent me to see him for her."
"I see. Well, wish me luck!"
"I wish you—your own skill at its highest power," said Jordan King fervently.