If he could only decently take a drink! But how could he with this boy kneeling before him?
His breath scorched his throat.
"Get up!" he said shortly.

"I'll see what I can do--to-morrow.

Go away home.

Don't go out again to-night.

And come here at ten o'clock in the morning." Billy took up his hat, straightened his tie, carefully brushed the dust from his knees, and, seizing Charley's hand, said: "You're the best fellow in the world, Charley." He went towards the door, dusting his face of emotion as he had dusted his knees.