“Look here, old chap,” burst in Merrill, “your train's going. Oh, beg pardon.”
“Take the next, Ranald.”
“Merrill,” said Ranald, solemnly, “tell the fellows I'm not going on this train.”
“Hoorah!” cried little Merrill, “I guess I'll tell 'em you are gone. May I tell the fellows, Kate?”
“What?” said Kate, blushing furiously.
“Yes, Merrill,” cried Ranald, in a voice strident with ecstasy, “you may tell them. Tell the whole town.”
Merrill rushed to the door. “I say, fellows,” he cried, “look here.”
The men came trooping at his call, but only to see Ranald and Kate disappearing through the other door.
“He's not going,” cried Merrill, “he's gone. By Jove! They've both gone.”
“I say, little man,” said big Starry Hamilton, “call yourself together if you can. Who've both gone? In short, who is the lady?”