"You men have been big with me, awfully big," Henry gulped gratefully. "And about Miss Marceau too—poor girl."
Each man contrived a look of almost painful modesty.
"You're with a big crowd now, Henry." For the first time in an hour Scanlon loosed a smile. "Wait till you see how big the Old Man will be."
Such fine generosity and the assurance of more from Mr. Boland himself, quickened Henry's eagerness to redeem himself—and he was eager enough already.
