PAUL looked from side to side at the palely lit faces of the spectators, trying to distinguish Barney Bill and Jane.

But he did not see them.

He was disappointed and depressed, seized with a curious yearning for his own people.

Vehicle after vehicle drew up and carried away the remainder of the platform group, and Paul was left in the doorway with the President and Honorary Secretary of the local lodge.
The little crowd began to melt away.

Suddenly his heart leaped and, after a hasty good night to the two officials, he sprang forward and, to their astonishment, gripped the hand of a bent and wizened old man.
"Barney Bill! This is good.