That is George all over.

Whatever his assignment is, George throws himself right into it, and thinks of nothing else until it is finished.

_Now_ then." In that dingy, well-lighted room George Stratton sat busily pencilling out the lines that were to appear in next morning's paper.

He was evidently very much engrossed in his task, as Speed had said.

If he had looked about him, which he did not, he would have said that he was entirely alone.