Arthur came forward and gave Chester his hand cordially.
“You ought to wear spectacles,” he said, “like uncle Edgar. You don’t look dignified enough to be his assistant.”
“That may come in time,” said Chester, with a smile.
“Arthur, I am done with Chester for this evening,” said the professor. “You may carry him off and entertain him. You may bring me the other two sketches whenever you are ready.”
“Come up to my den,” said Arthur. “I have the front room on the third floor.”
As they went upstairs, a prolonged, melancholy shriek rang through the house.
Chester stopped short in dismay, and an expression of pain succeeded the gay look on Arthur’s face.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHESTER TAKES A LESSON IN BOXING.