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"Come up, old chap," the letter continued, "and stay a week two, if you can work it and bring Bender, and little Billy and Poddy, and three or four more. The bungalow holds ten. Wire when I'm now putting things on ice." Muggles looked around the circle and sent interrogatory Marconigrams with his eyebrows. In response Podvine said he'd go, and so did Billy Salters.
If any other occupation had engrossed their attention since the alarm sounded there was no evidence of it either in their appearance or in the tones of their voices. "Lo, the Conquering Hero," broke out Podvine. "Get up Billy and put a wreath of laurel over his scorched and blistered brow." Muggles, for a moment, did not reply. The shock had taken his breath away.
If Bender, or Podvine, or little Billy Salters pitched into him for some act of stupidity due entirely to his misguided efforts to serve some mutual friend Muggles would argue, defend and protest, but the discussion would always end with a laugh and his signing the waiter's check and ordering another one for everybody.
He did not put these thoughts into words; neither did he whisper them even in the ears of Podvine or Monteith the two men who understood him best and who guyed him the least especially Monteith, who never forgot that his college chum was his guest. He confided them instead to Monteith's big, red-faced foreman half Canadian, part French, and the rest of him Irish who was another source of wonder.
"Why the devil, Muggles, did you insist last night on that Boston girl's riding home from the theatre in the omnibus, you goat?" thundered Podvine one morning at the club, "instead of letting her " "My dear fellow," protested Muggles, "it was much more comfortable in the omnibus, and " " And broke up her walk home with Bobby, you idiot!
During all this time neither Monteith nor the big lumber-boss had put in an appearance; nor had Podvine nor little Billy Salters lent a hand. Bender had stuck to his post and so had Jackson, oblivious of the whereabouts of any other member of the coterie except Muggles, whose clothespin of a figure came into relief now and then against the flare of the flames.
Hence the bungalow hence Jackson hence the lockers and the ice-chest, and hence the bed quilt of mint. "This is your room, Muggles and, Bender, old man, yours is next Podvine, you are across the hall," was his welcome. "Breakfast is any time you want it; dinner at six. Now come here! See that line of lockers and that ice-chest? Don't forget 'em, please! Step up, Jackson take a look at him, boys.
"So you'd keep the blankets soaked, would you?" remarked Billy, winking at the others. "I certainly would." This came with a certain triumphant tone in his voice. "Learned that practising on his head," whispered Podvine. "Right you are, Poddy; but Muggles, suppose the mill caught first," chipped in Monteith. The mill was the apple of his eye.
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