It was shortly before Christmas that Frank Gleason ran up to Dalton. He went first to see Burke Denby.
Burke greeted him with hearty cordiality.
"Hullo, Gleason! Good-you're just in time for dinner. But where's your bag? You aren't going back to-night!"
"No, but I am to-morrow morning, very early, so I left my grip at the hotel. Yes, yes,