"That's he—that's my friend Brandon!" he exclaimed joyfully. "Now I'm all right. Say, old fellow, how are you?"
"Is it you, Travers?" said Brandon, trying to steady himself.
"Yes, it's I—Tom Travers."
"When did you get out?"
"Sh! Don't speak too loud!" said Travers, looking about him cautiously. "I got out two days after you."
"What are you doing here?"
"Just come. Come to see you, old boy. I can stay with you, can't I?"
Brandon looked dubious.
"I don't know what Mrs. B. will say," he answered slowly.
"You're boss in your own house, ain't you?"