“‘Ye gods and little fishes,’ Gordon! I’ve found a treasure!” and he held it up to view.
“Egad! that is so. That must have cost a cool hundred,” exclaimed Gordon, examining it critically, then added: “You are in luck, my boy. It is a good omen to find something belonging to one whom you admire.”
“Is it?”
“Yes; but I suppose torture would not compel you to give it up until you can put it into the owner’s own little hands,” and the young man laughed.
“You are right for once,” returned Dredmond, lightly, although with heightened color.
“It will give me a good excuse for seeking an introduction,” he added, as he carefully tucked the button into his vest pocket.
Again Gordon laughed.
“Mark my words, Dredmond, something unusual will come of your finding that trinket.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I don’t know—it is a sudden impression, perhaps, but I believe it will have an influence on your future.”