An hour more and they were back in town.

Harry reached for his mustache again.
"Go on down to Mother 'Oward's," he commanded.

"I 've got to wander around and say 'owdy to what's left of the fellows that was 'ere when I was.

It's been twenty years since I 've been away, you know," he added, "and the shaft can wait." Fairchild obeyed the instructions, looking back over his shoulder as he walked along toward the boarding house, to see the big figure of his companion loitering up the street, on the beginning of his home-coming tour.

It was evident that Harry was popular.