"So shall I, Mr. Bertram, but we are sure to meet again," said Jed with forced cheerfulness.
"You must promise if things don't go well with you to write to me. You can learn from the Clipper or any of the dramatic papers where we are playing."
"I'll promise that, Harry," said Jed, pressing the hand of his friend.
"That's right, Jed! Don't call me Mr. Bertram again."
"I will remember."
"Don't go till to-morrow."
"No, I won't. I shall need a little time to get ready."
At this point a message came for Bertram to transmit, and Jed walked over to the beach, feeling dull and despondent. As he sauntered on slowly with his eyes on the sand some one called out, "Hallo, there!"
Looking up, he met the gaze of Percy Dixon.
"Where's Chester?" asked Percy.