The print blurred before Jarvis's eyes. Everything swayed and swam. Out of the chaos came the voice of the tired clerk, shouting: "Say, you, what's the matter with you? Can't you take your sandwich? Think I'm going to hold it all day?"
Jarvis didn't understand him. He didn't even hear him. He just laid down his last quarter and went out, a bit unsteadily.
"Soused!" grinned the clerk, looking after him.
XV
Bambi sat, chin on hand, staring off into the distance so long that the Professor's attention was finally attracted to her. She held Jarvis's letter in her hand—his call-to-arms letter.
"No bad news, I hope?" ventured her father.
"Oh, no; good news. The best. Jarvis is alive!"
"Why, you didn't think he was dead?"
"Yes, in a sense he was dead."