“No, wait a minute!” implored Boswell. “I want to say something, Parsons.”
“Won’t after the race do? I can’t listen now. Besides I’ve got to give Ruth——”
“It’s about her I want to explain. Hang it, man, it won’t take a second.”
“Is Boswell in there?” called someone at the door of the dressing room.
“Yes—yes!” eagerly assented the rich lad.
“There’s a fellow out here wants to see you,” went on one of the rubbers. “Some sort of a foreigner. Says you told him to come here and——”
“Yes! Yes! Let him in!” cried Boswell. “It’s someone I want to see!”
There was a little stir about the doorway and a man strolled in.
“Senor Boswell,” he began, “you have sent for me, and——”