"You must stay right here," Dick told Martin. "We can work so much better together."
"But only as a helper," was the low reply. "Remember I am an outcast, and——"
"Hush," Dick interrupted, "don't speak of that again. Let the past be buried forever."
Scarcely had the four sat down to supper ere a knock sounded upon the door. When it was opened Tom and Old Dad entered. They were given a hearty welcome, and room was made for them at the table. Soon the whole story was told, and nothing would do the visitors but they must rise and grasp the hands of the happy couples, and wish them much joy. Tom was so excited that he could eat but little, and for once his tongue seemed tied. When the meal was ended he pushed back from the table, and ran his fingers thoughtfully through his hair.
"If I only had a smoke," he remarked, "it 'ud certainly relieve my feelin's."
"Smoke to your heart's content," Beryl laughingly replied.
"What! Here?"
"Yes. Make yourself perfectly at home."
"I guess a game of chess would relieve my feelin's," and Dad looked eagerly into Nance's face as he spoke. "D'ye feel equal fer the battle after all this excitement?"
"Why, yes," was the cheerful response. "Just as soon as these dishes are washed we shall have a game."