"They ought to have duplicates on hand.

Somebody's always losing a key, and----" The rest was lost as the youth disappeared into the further room.

Danny winked gravely at the two boys.
"Who is he ?" asked Steve curiously.
"Him?
His name's Sawyer, Eric Sawyer.

He is sufferin' from a terrible complaint, boys, an' it makes him that cross a bear would run away from him, I'm thinkin'!" "What's the trouble with him ?" "He has what the doctors do be callin' an ingrowin' grouch," replied Danny soberly.

"'Tis due to over-exposure of the ego, they tell me, resultin' in an inflamed condition of the amoor proper, that same bein' French an' maybe beyond your comprehension." The boys laughed and Danny swung himself to the table and patted it invitingly.