Amy made no response. The stranger was smiling amusedly at the two boys who remained, flicking his cane in and out of the fallen leaves beside the fence. "Everything quite satisfactory now?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir, thank you," replied Amy.
"You have a very direct way of getting results," continued the other. "Might I inquire your name?"
"Byrd, sir. And this is Thayer."
"Delighted to know you both. Mind if I stroll along with you? I'm an old boy myself, Byrd. Used to be here some five years ago. My name, by the way, is Detweiler."
"Oh!" said Amy. "You're going to help coach, aren't you, sir?"
"Yes, that's what I'm here for. Are you playing?"
"No, but Thayer is. He's on the second, that is. I hope you don't think we do this sort of thing regularly, Mr. Detweiler."
"No, I suspected that it was something rather extra," replied the other drily. "Think that he will--What's his name, by the way?"
"Harmon Dreer."