"I've promised to go over and see Danny Lewis." "Sure," said Barry, "I'll be glad to go with you." He remembered with pleasure Joe Hart's kindness to the Lewis family, and he wanted to meet Danny, the messenger boy, concerning whom he had heard so much from his fellow page. They found Danny at home, and they spent the evening with him in the cosy sitting room of the little house. Danny proved to be a bright, intelligent chap, with a sense of humor and Barry liked him very much. Presently he recounted some of the odd experiences he had undergone in the service of the telegraph company. "I suppose they keep you very busy," suggested Barry. "Rather," smiled Danny, "and lately it's getting so that we don't have a minute to spare." "Why?" "Well, for one thing, those Green Island boomers keep us on the jump." Barry was interested at once. "I suppose they have a great many telegrams," he said. "Suppose is no word for it," replied the boy; "it's a stern reality." "They're hustlers," conceded Barry. "Yes, and they're fighters, too." "Fighters?" "Yes; fist fighters." "What do you mean?" "Why, when I was delivering a telegram this morning, the chairman of the delegation got into a dispute with one of the other men and it ended in a rough and tumble fight." Barry was absorbed. "What was it about?" "Oh, this fellow accused the chairman of freezing him out; said his land was good as any other, and if they didn't take him in, he'd raise trouble--only he used a stronger word than trouble." Barry was on his feet now and had his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Did--did you hear the fellow's name?" "Sure; his name was Gaskill--they called him Billy Gaskill." "Boys," said Barry; "I hope you'll excuse me. I've got an important engagement." Joe laughed. "You're getting to be an important man." Barry smiled back as he reached for his hat. "If you knew what this meant, you wouldn't make fun of me, Joe," he said. Joe waved his hand magnanimously. "It's all right, Barry. You can do as you please, and no questions asked." From the house of Danny Lewis the page boy hastened to John Carlton's hotel. It was late, and the Congressman was preparing to retire. "Hello, Barry," he cried, "what in the world do you want at this hour of the night?" The page boy, in a few quick, jerky sentences told him what he had heard from Danny Lewis. Moreover, he said he had learned that Billy Gaskill was still at the Olympic, and most important of all that he continued in a bad humor. Congressman Carlton went to the telephone and called up the office of Felix Conway. "Can you come here?" he asked. "If you need me." "I've got some big news for you." After that the legislator insisted that Barry should go home. "You go and get your rest," he said. "There's nothing more that you can do for me tonight. See me the first thing in the morning."