"That's all right, then. I thought at first you were trying to give me the slip, but I knew you'd said you'd wait and so I concluded you wanted some fun."
"Yes," I said.
"This is the Harrisbridge road, isn't it?" he asked.
"It goes to lots of places."
"Harrisbridge among them?"
"Yes."
"Then we can keep on, eh? We might call on that friend of yours; what's his name? Nate something?"
"Nate Golden," I muttered.
"That's it. I suppose he'd be at home?"
"He doesn't like swells," I said.