'Dave, that's like a woman! I'm surprised at you. You saw Delbras.'
'Wrong! I saw, I'm certain of it, Greenback Bob.'
'Good!'
'He was dressed very swell—you might have mistaken him for one of the board of directors; but it was Bob.'
'And you piped him home, of course?' I queried.
'Of course I didn't. He was going one way, and I the other, each on an Intramural car.'
'Oh! and you were running to stop the car, and Bob, when I saw you at Mount Vernon Station,' I said wickedly; 'did you overtake it?'
'I did—just.'
'And Bob?' eagerly.
'Well,' with a grin, 'I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when I jumped on board, at the last moment, I found that Bob had got off while I got on. In fact, I saw him going downstairs as I was borne away to Fifty-seventh Street. There, boy, don't look so mournful; it's all in the game. I couldn't find a trace of him; but we know he's here.'