can't possibly help me, and you can't possibly do any good by remaining here. So if you'll permit Mr. Dorgan and me to talk this quietly over, by ourselves"
"You are requesting me to leave you?" her would-be benefactor inquired, as he reached for his hat.
"You must," announced Teddie.
"Then permit me, Miss Hayden," said the other with dignity, "to bid not only you, but also your—your professional boxer, a good afternoon."
And the old Commodore buttoned his coat and took his departure. He sallied forth with considerable trepidation, trepidation which remained with him even until he stopped in at a telegraph-office on lower Fifth Avenue and despatched a none too carefully worded message to the old Major in Hot Springs, announcing that things looked very dark indeed, as Theodora seemed to be mixed up with a young prize-fighter by the name of Dorgan, and suggesting that the sooner Theodora's uncle could get back to the city the better it might be for all concerned.
