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141 and looking steadily into his eyes. "And—you run with that!"

He let go of Farrell and pointed across the street up at the lighted windows of the dance-hall. Farrell stood motionless; he did not move when Floyd turned to him again. This time Floyd staggered and half sank against him.

Farrell stood supporting the drunken man.

"Come along, old boy," he said gently at last. "I guess you need a hand getting home.—Now we're off—that's right—no, need n't bother to thank me; some other day we'll thank each other. I swear," he murmured reflectively under his breath, "if you ain't a gentleman, though."

He piloted Floyd home, and since Mrs. Bell and Letty were already in bed, got him up to his room without creating a scandal in the house.