He was still not a little depressed by the late unpleasantness with Gashwiler, who had thought him a crazy fool, with his revolver, his fiercely muttered words, and his holding aloft of a valuable dummy as if to threaten it with destruction.
Well, some day the old grouch would eat his words; some day he would be relating to amazed listeners that he had known Merton Gill intimately at the very beginning of his astounding career.

That was bound to come.

But to-night Merton had no heart for the swift spectacle of No.4.Nor even, should it halt, did he feel up to watching those indifferent, incurious passengers who little recked that a future screen idol in natty plush hat and belted coat amusedly surveyed them.

To-night he must be alone--but a day would come.

Resistless Time would strike his hour! Still he must wait for the mail before beginning his nightly study.
Certain of his magazines would come to-night.