better try to sleep a little while, Frank. You're worn out. I'll watch here." "I suppose I should," answered the Doctor wearily. "Wake up that kid, he's sleeping most of the time." "No, I'll watch," repeated the Big Business Man. "You lie down over there." The Doctor did so while the other settled himself more comfortably on a cushion beside the handkerchief, and prepared for his lonely watching. The Doctor apparently dropped off to sleep at once, for he did not speak again. The Big Business Man sat staring steadily at the ring, bending nearer to it occasionally. Every ten or fifteen minutes he looked at his watch. Perhaps an hour passed in this way, when the Very Young Man suddenly sat up and yawned. "Haven't they come back yet?" he asked in a sleepy voice. The Big Business Man answered in a much lower tone. "What do you mean—they?" "I dreamed that he brought the girl back with him," said the Very Young Man. "Well, if he did, they have not arrived. You'd better go back to sleep. We've got six or seven hours yet—maybe more." The Very Young Man rose and crossed the room. "No, I'll watch a while," he said, seating himself on the floor. "What time is it?" "Quarter to three." "He said he'd be back by ten to-night. I'm crazy to see that girl." The Big Business Man rose and went over to a dinner-tray, standing near the door. "Lord, I'm hungry. I must have forgotten to eat to-day." He lifted up one of the silver covers. What he saw evidently encouraged him, for he drew up a chair and began his lunch. The Very Young Man lighted a cigarette. "It will be the tragedy of my life," he said, "if he never comes back." The Big Business Man smiled. "How about his life?" he answered, but the Very Young Man had fallen into a reverie and did not reply. The Big Business Man finished his lunch in silence and was just about to light a cigar when a sharp exclamation brought him hastily to his feet. "Come here, quick, I see something." The Very Young Man had his face close to the ring and was trembling violently. The
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