Whatever strong emotions they might have had upon that subject were utterly without reflection upon the outside, however, for Billy Westlake and Sam Turner were eying each other solely with a vacuous mutual wish of saying something decently polite and human.

Mr.Turner made a desperate stab.
"I hope you're in good form for the bowling tournament to-night," he observed with self-urged anxiety.

"Hollis Creek mustn't win, you know." "I'm as near fit as usual," said Billy; "but Princeman is the chap who's going to carry off the honors for Meadow Brook.

Bowled an average last night of two forty-five.

I'm sorry you couldn't make the team." "I should have started fifteen years ago to do that," said Sam with a wry smile.