behind him. He turned like a panther, but was not in time. The heavily driven toes of the right boots of the younger St. Johns lifted him clear of the stairs, and clean to the bottom of them. There he sat, his uniform a thing of the past, his left eye blackening and closed, and roars of laughter shaking him.
But Hamilton and Hannibal put the office more or less to rights, and sat down gloomily at their respective desks. Up till now they had faced being left behind, but this licking was too much. Each brooded over it, while pretending to be up to the ears in work. Hamilton wrote a letter, sealed it, addressed it, and presently rose.
"Bul," he said, and to Hannibal the whole manœuver smacked suspicious, "I'm going to run up and see the old man for a few minutes."
"All right," said Hannibal.
Hamilton reached the door and turned.
"By the way," he said, "I left a letter on my desk; wish you'd put a stamp on it and mail it."
