The last was Japan, where I won the silver hurdles of the Yokohama gymkana." "Indeed! And your name is--" "Ridge Norris," replied the young man.
"I have heard the name, and am glad to know you, Mr.Norris.

Now I must bid you good-evening.

Hope we shall meet again, and trust you may be successful in joining our regiment." With this the stranger walked rapidly away, leaving Ridge somewhat puzzled by his manner, and wishing he had asked his name.
About eight o'clock the next morning, as Ridge, waited on by the attentive Robert, was sitting down to the daintily appointed breakfast-table of Rollo Van Kyp's car, the young owner himself burst into the room.
"Hello, Norris!" he cried.

"Just going to have lunch?
Don't care if I join you.

Had breakfast hours ago, you know, and a prime one it was.
Scouse, slumgullion, hushpuppy, dope without milk, and all sorts of things.