THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
again. He was biting his lips also. Then into the room they burst.
"Why, hello, Deacon, what are you doing here?" they asked.
"Thought you had gone out West again," exclaimed little Lucky Lee.
"Doing this on a bet?" asked Lansing. They were approaching the platform.
Young kept on pulling. "No, for a living," he answered. "Get down, the crowd can see you. No, I can't shake hands just now."
"Why, you old chump," said Lee, "what makes you so glum about it? What's the matter; hard up? Why didn't you let us know? But come on out of here! We want you. Say, Mr. What's-your-name, hasn't he worked nearly long enough? You'll tire him out."
"Half an hour more," said the manager, who was somewhat amazed at all this.
"I'm not tired," said Young, who was now keeping his face turned toward the crowd.
"But we can't wait half an hour. We're having a reunion of the class, have one every
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