CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
THE BAD NAME.
Percy was riotously greeted by Scarfe's two friends.

"Hullo, old man!" cried one of them; "then you thought better of it, after all, and mean to join us! That's the style!" "Bring your handsome friend with you.

More the merrier.

There'll be champagne enough for the lot." "Look alive," said Percy; "you'll lose your train.

Jeff and I aren't coming." "Why not ?" said they.
"Because we're going the other way," replied Percy, who, when his mind was made up, did not appreciate anybody's importunity.