The night had cleared, but the wind off the Bay was still strong and cold.
"I've a notion to ride down to the office with you," Frank said, as they waited.

"You could leave me at home on the way up." "I wish you would," Fremont said.

"Skyscrapers are uncanny after dark, and the elevator will not be running.

Mr.Cameron will be glad to see you.

Come on!" Frank hesitated a minute, and then decided to go on home, so the boys shook hands and parted for the night.