"Then you have left Scranton for good?"
"For good, I hope. If I can help you in any way I will do my best."
"Try him, Bertram," said the manager. "He is very presentable. Take him in hand, and see if you can't get him ready to take Ralph Clinton's place."
"Then no time is to be lost. Come up to my room, Jed, and I will tell you what you are expected to do—that is, if you have had supper."
"I ate my supper on the road before I fell in with Mr. Mordaunt."
"Follow me, then, Jed."
Harry Bertram led the way to a comfortable chamber on the second floor.
"Now sit down, and I'll tell you what you will have to do. First, do you think you have the nerve to stand before an audience and play the part of a telegraph boy?"
"Yes, sir. I am not troubled with bashfulness."