and bring a big hot lunch. Tell 'em to get a hustle on too."

[Illustration: "Here you are; come and fill up."]

The boy fled and George continued talking to himself; "Hungry--and I
thought he had been on a spree. I ought to have known better than that.
I've been hungry myself--Clara's right; he is no bum printer. Great
shade of the immortal Benjamin F! but he's plucky though--and proud--you
could see that by the look in his eye when I asked him if he'd been
drunk--poor fellow--knows his business too--just the man I've been
looking for, I'll bet--Huh--wonder if the wire is down." And then as
the boy returned with the basket of hot eatables, he called cheerily,
"Here you are; come and fill up; no hungry man in this establishment,
rush or no rush." He was answered by a clatter as half a stick full
of type dropped from the trembling hand of the stranger. "Thank you,"
the poor fellow tried to say, as he staggered toward the kind-hearted
infidel, and then, as he fell, Dick's outstretched fingers just touched
Udell's feet.




CHAPTER IV


It was a strange coincidence that the Rev. James Cameron should have
preached his sermon on "The Church of the Future," the Sunday following
the incidents which have been related in the preceding chapters. If
he had only known, Rev. Cameron might have found a splendid
illustration, very much to the point, in the story of Dick Falkner's