For a moment his body was poised like a blot above the brow of the hill, then it disappeared.
Norse heard his name shouted. He ran forward and peered down.
"What's up?" he called.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say I'll suggest the toast 'The Kidnapping' and then you'll tell the whole tale. It'll make 'em look like a postage stamp...."
Norse laughed. "Why, I'm not going to your darn banquet," he said.
"Not going! The idea! You are, too, going."
"No, I'm not," Norse contended, "I've got something else to do...."
"What?"
"I've got to go over to Ypsilanti and tell Miss Green I can't take that picture of her room till next week. I'm as near there now as I am home...."