“No matter who I am,” replied Breeze. “I come to look for a friend and I want to be let in.”
“Well, you can’t come in until you’ve told me your name, and whether you are alone or not.”
“My name is Breeze McCloud, if you must have it, and I am alone,” answered the boy.
“That’s all right; I recognize you now,” said the voice, and the next moment the door was thrown open.
Just then two figures came through the dimly lighted hall-way that the open door disclosed, and in the voice of one of them Breeze recognized that of Wolfe Brady.
He waited until they got to where he was standing, and then, taking hold of his friend’s arm, he said, “I’ve been looking for you, Wolfe, and waiting to take you home with me.”
“Hello, Breeze!” exclaimed the other, huskily; “glad to see you, old boy. You’re just in time to go back and have a drink with us.”
“No, thank you,” replied Breeze; “I never drink anything. I only came here to find you, and now I want you to go home with me.”
“Oh, come along in,” said Wolfe’s companion, in a disagreeable tone. “You ain’t afraid, are you?”
“No,” said Breeze, “I’m not afraid; but now that I’ve found my friend there’s no reason why I should go in, and I don’t choose to do so.”