"And you're my chum that never flunked when she gave her word?" he asked with scorn. "We are only a few feet from the hall now."
"Where is it?"
"Right there in the middle of the block where you see that sign with the blazing red torch."
"Come on, then," Elena said, with a shudder.
They walked quickly through the long, dimly lighted passage to the entrance of the hall. It was densely packed with a crowd of five hundred. Elena closed her eyes and allowed Norman to lead her through the mob that blocked the space inside the door. At the entrance to the centre aisle he encountered an usher who stared with bulging eyes at his towering figure. Norman leaned close and whispered:
"My boy, can you possibly get us two seats?"
"Can I git de captain er de football team two seats? Well, des watch me!"
The boy darted up the aisle, dived under the platform, drew out two folding-chairs, placed them in the aisle on the front row, darted back, and bowed with grave courtesy.
"Dis way, sir!"
Norman followed with Elena clinging timidly and blindly to his arm. In a moment they were seated. He offered the boy a dollar.