A step sounded by him, and the winking eye of a pipe. Some one unaware of his tenancy approached the steps. Stover, in a flare-up of the tobacco, recognized him.
"Hello, Brockhurst," he said.
"Hello," said the other, hesitating shyly.
"It's Stover," said Dink. "What are you doing this time of night?"
"Oh, I prowl around," said Brockhurst, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Sit down."
"Not disturbing you?"
"Not at all," said Stover, pleased at this moment at the awe he evidently inspired. "I got sort of restless; thought I'd come out here and smoke a pipe. Amusing old spot."
"I like it," said Brockhurst. Then he added tentatively: "You get the feeling of it all."
"Yes, that's so."