"Sure I look it," Tembarom answered, taking his napkin out of its
ring with an unconscious flourish. "I've landed the up-town society
page--landed it, by gee!"

A good-humored chorus of ejaculatory congratulation broke forth all
round the table.

"Good business!" "Three cheers for T. T.!" "Glad of it!" "Here's
luck!"
said one after another.

They were all pleased, and it was generally felt that Galton had
shown sense and done the right thing again. Even Mr. Hutchinson
rolled about in his chair and grunted his approval.

After dinner Tembarom, Jim Bowles, and Julius Steinberger went up-
stairs together and filled the hall bedroom with clouds of tobacco-
smoke, tilting their chairs against the wall, smoking their pipes
furiously, flushed and talkative, working themselves up with the
exhilarated plannings of youth. Jim Bowles and Julius had been down
on their luck for several weeks, and that "good old T. T." should
come in with this fairy-story was an actual stimulus. If you have
never in your life been able to earn more than will pay for your food
and lodging, twenty dollars looms up large. It might be the beginning
of anything.

"First thing is to get on to the way to do it," argued Tembarom. "I
don't know the first thing. I've got to think it out. I couldn't ask
Biker. He wouldn't tell me, anyhow."