All that deterred him was the thought of the five pounds that had been advanced.

The fated moment arrived; the manager said: "Your suit and paddle and appliances are out on a table on the stage.
The curtain is down and the moment it rises you walk boldly out to the side of the table and I will follow you.

Don't be afraid, the audience is most kindly disposed toward you and will give you a warm welcome." Up went the curtain, Murphy's hand was laid on Paul's shoulder as he said: "Now, my boy, step right out." Paul braced himself and with his heart as near his mouth as he ever had it before during his existence, walked over to the table on which lay his suit, paddle, etc., etc.
The deafening roar of applause that greeted him set him more at his ease.

He looked around for Mr.

Murphy, but failed to see that worthy gentleman.