“Not yet; but that’ll be all right. It’s going to be select, you know; eight in all. There’ll be you and me, that’s two; and Hal——”
“I don’t believe he’ll come,” said Allan, doubtfully. “You see, Pete, he’s promised Greb.”
“I don’t guess Greb will have a table,” said Pete.
“Why not?”
“Well, where’s he going to put it?”
Allan stared. Then——
“Do you mean that you’ve got Greb’s room?” he exclaimed.
“’Twa’n’t his,” answered Pete, coolly. “He hadn’t settled the matter, and so I said I’d take it and put down a forfeit. And there isn’t another decent place for a high-toned, pedigreed chap like him to go to.”
“Pete Burley, you’re a wonder!” breathed Allan.
“Think Hal will join?” asked Pete, unmoved by the tribute. Allan nodded silently.