“Hello, Endicott!” called Will as Michael reached the front door on his way to his mission that same evening. “Where’re you going? Wait, can’t you, and I’ll walk along with you? I was going to ask you if you wouldn’t go to a show with me this evening. I haven’t anything on for tonight and it’s slow.” As he spoke he seized his coat and hat which he had purposely left in the hall near at hand, and put them on. “Thank you,” said Michael, as they went out together, “I’d be glad to go with you but I have something that can’t be put off.” “Well, go tomorrow night with me, will you? I like you and I think we ought to be friends.” Will’s idea was that they would get to talking at a “show” and he could find out a good deal in that way. He thought it must be a girl. He had told the senior Holt that it was a girl of course and he wouldn’t take long to spot her. It must be either a girl or revelry to take the fellow out every night in the week so late. “Well, I’m sorry,” said Michael again, “but I’m afraid I have an engagement every night. It’s rather a permanent job I’m engaged in. What do you do with your evenings?” Will launched into a gay description of parties and entertainments to which he had been bidden, and nice girls he knew, hinting that he might introduce Michael if he was so inclined, and Michael talked on leading his unsuspecting companion further and further from the subject of his own evenings. Finally they came to a corner and Michael halted. “I turn here,” he said; “which way do you go?” “Why, I turn too,” laughed French. “That is, if you don’t object. I’m out for a walk and I don’t care much what I do. If I’m not welcome just tell me and I’ll clear out.” “Of course you’re quite welcome,” said Michael; “I’m glad to have company, but the quarter I’m walking to is not a pleasant one for a walk, and indeed you mightn’t like to return alone even so early in the evening if you walk far. I had an unpleasant encounter myself once, but I know the ways of the place now and it’s different.” Will eyed him curiously. “Is it allowable to ask where we’re going?” he asked in a comical tone. Michael laughed. “Certainly. If you’re bound to go I’ll have to tell you all about it, but I strongly advise you to turn back now, for it isn’t a very savory neighborhood, and I don’t believe you’ll care for it.” “Where thou goest I will go,” mocked Will. “My curiosity is aroused. I shall certainly go. If it’s safe for you, it is for me. My good looks are not nearly so valuable as yours, nor so noticeable. As I have no valuables in the world, I can’t be knocked down for booty.” “You see they all know me,” explained Michael. “Oh, they do! And can’t you introduce me? Or don’t you like to?” “I suppose I can,” laughed Michael, “if you really want me to, but I’m afraid you’ll turn and run when you see them. You see they’re not very—handsome. They’re not what you’re used to. You wouldn’t want to know them.” “But you do.”