“Hammer! Hammer!” cried Gil softly. “It doesn’t come, Poke! What’s the chap’s name?”
“Hazard.”
“First name, I mean.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, maybe he wouldn’t like to have me get familiar on so short an acquaintance,” reflected Gil. “I guess I’ll go down and find some one.”
“Don’t get lost,” advised Poke.
Gil didn’t have to search far, for Jim was in the lower hall. Gil explained his quandary.
“I guess I can get it open for you without prying the hasp off,” said Jim. “Wait a minute and I’ll get some keys.”
Five minutes later Jim lifted the lid in triumph. “There you are,” he said. “Say, you fellows have got a raft of truck, haven’t you? Going to put all those pictures up?”