sawbuck apiece to ten books."

Loring lost sight of him for a few moments, but found him outside,
by and by, in conversation with "Colonel" Bouncer, a heavily-jowled
man with grizzled hair and very friendly eyes which, however, could
look quite cold enough on occasion. The colonel was staring up at
the box occupied by the young lady to whom Loring had bowed.

"Bless my soul, I'm getting near-sighted!" he was saying as Loring
joined them. "Isn't that Paul Gresham up there with Miss Joy?"

"Is that her name?" asked Gamble eagerly. "Well, I believe it."

The colonel turned from him impatiently.

"You know Gresham, don't you, Loring? Is that he up there in that
box?"

"That is Saint Paul all right," answered Loring with a smile, as he
glanced up at the prim and precise Gresham, who had now succeeded in
fencing Miss Joy in a corner, away from the other young men.

"Thanks," said the colonel, and walked away abstractedly, his eyes
still turning in the direction of the box, although he did not even
start to go up into the grandstand.

"The colonel is still bargain-hunting," observed Loring with a
laugh. "His shoe-manufacturing business has increased to the point
that he must have more space--and he must have it at once. The only
available ground is Gresham's adjoining property, which Gresham long