“Yes,” answered the other, rewarding the questioner with a scowl that Dick saw and didn’t understand. Beyond Rusty, toward the aisle, Stanley was grinning widely. Dick began to experience the uncomfortable feeling that the others were enjoying a joke that he was not in on, and to wonder if the joke was on him! Then the lights were lowered, an ornate “Welcome” flashed on the screen, the piano began its jig-time music and the weekly review of current events started. There were the usual scenes, so like Rusty’s travesty that Dick had to smile. There happened to be no ship launching on this occasion, but there was a series of views aboard a United States warship during target practice, and there was a gorgeous fire, thrown on in crimson hues, and Rusty’s parade of the Hog Club was overlooked in favour of a poultry show. Then came the ingenious trademark at the finish and Dick settled back to enjoy the comedy. But the weekly appeared to have taken a new lease of life, for another title flashed on the screen. Dick read idly and then jumped forward in his seat and read again, his eyes fairly popping from his head, read incredulously and amazedly the legend trembling on the white background: TOWN HONOURS HER HERO Leonardville, Pa.--Twenty thousand citizens in monster outdoor meeting pay tribute to famous athlete, Richard Corliss Bates. CHAPTER XX BLASH EVENS THE SCORE While Dick still stared, unable to believe his eyes, the title whisked itself away and a picture took its place. A sea of upturned faces surrounded a flag-draped stand on which a large gentleman was gesticulating. Seated figures flanked him and on every haughty chest fluttered a ribbon badge. In the background what looked to be a mile-long factory building stretched. There was an outburst of cheering and waving from the throng, the speaker smiled benevolently and the picture faded from sight! Not until then was Dick aware of the absorbed regard of his companions. Turning amazedly he looked into the eloquent countenance of Blash. “You never told us!” exclaimed Blash in an awed and choking voice, and: “Oh, Dick!” whispered Rusty hoarsely. “Ain’t it grand?” For one dazed, blank moment Dick stared back into Blash’s strangely working face. Then the light dawned. He gave a gasp and---- “Stop it, Dick!” gurgled Blash. “We’ll be put out, you s-s-silly ass! Grab him, Rusty!” And Rusty grabbed him and, breathing heavily, he was forced back into his seat. “Be good!” begged Rusty in a strangled voice. “Remember you’ve g-g-ot a reputat-repu--_Oh, gosh!_” “As a public character,” began Blash. “_Quit it!_ There’s an usher coming, Dick! Be good, won’t you?” “I--I--I’ll break every bone in your body,” sputtered Dick. “I’----” “What’s the trouble there?” asked a stern voice from the aisle. “You’ll have to cut out that noise, fellows, or leave the theatre.” “It--it’s all right, Usher,” panted Blash. “The--my friend had a slight attack of--of----”