realized it, they were thrust into his hands and he was looking at them.
"Oh, this can wait," he said pettishly. "I don't like this kind of an intrusion, young man."
"I am very sorry, Mr. Pryor," interrupted Frank in a gentle, polite tone, "but I am only a paid messenger, and I promised Mr. Buckner to be back with that receipt at a certain time."
"So you seized the bull by the horns," broke in Pryor's companion with a great chuckle. "And outwitted old Grumper, the clerk, ha! ha! Pryor, nail the boy on a year's contract. He's got the making in him of a first-class insurance solicitor, in his originality, daring and—"
"Cheek," muttered Pryor. "Well, well—here's your receipt."
Frank seized the paper that Pryor signed with a swift scrawl of the pen, with an eagerness that was a kind of delighted rapture.
"Oh, thank you, sir," he said, "and a thousand apologies for my rude intrusion."
"Hold on," ordered Pryor, as Frank returned towards the window.
"Yes, unless you carry extra accident insurance," put in Pryor's companion. "You might not find it so easy getting out of that window as you did getting in, young fellow."
