"Do you know where I'm going now?" he asked, feeling the necessity of speaking.
"Maybe I could guess," said Tom: "you're going up River Road. I bet she said you looked fine in your uniform."
"Yes, I'm going there. I'm going to take her to a racket in Bridgeboro."
"It's funny how I met you here," said Tom.
"You walked all the way out on the turnpike road, I suppose. Tom," he broke off suddenly, "there isn't any time to sit here and talk now; listen. It seems as if all these weeks had been wiped out and we were back up on that mountain again."
"I knew you'd like it up there; I——"
"Never mind that; listen. We're back just where we were that night. We can make everything all right."
"No, it isn't; everything isn't all right—old man. Tom, there's a meeting to-night, a sort of jumble—Y. M. C. A., scouts, and I don't know what all. Ellsworth nailed me for it. I've got to give the bunch a little spiel.—Tom, I want you to come to it——"
"I——"