He had not thought of this, but he appropriated the suggestion at once by avoiding a denial.
"Snorky, old pal," he said solemnly, "stand by me now. When it's all over I'll write you."
"But, good Lord, Skippy—"
"Don't try to stop me. My mind's made up."
"But I say—"
"I've given my word," said Skippy tragically. "If I'm not back by eight o'clock to-morrow morning, mail this letter to my mother and give this to the Doctor. Good-bye. God bless you—and I'll pay you back the first money I earn."