, and pounding his knees.
"Oh, what a story!"

Montague carried away but a faint recollection of the rest of
Rodney's communications; he was too much overwhelmed by his own
thoughts. Bates, however, continued to spell out the words; and he
caught the statement that General Prentice, who was a director in
the Gotham Trust, was to vote against any plan to close the doors of
that institution. While they were after it, they were going to
finish it.

Also he caught the sentence, "Panic useful, curb President!" And he
heard Bates's excited exclamations over that. "Did you catch that?"
he cried. "That's Waterman! Oh, the nerve of it! We are in at the
making of history to-night, Mr. Montague."

Perhaps half an hour later, Montague, standing beside Bates, saw his
hand jerked violently several times.

"That means pull up!" cried he. "Quick!"

And he seized the rope. "Put your weight on it," he whispered. "It
will hold."

They proceeded to haul. Rodney helped them by catching hold of the
cornice of the window and lifting himself. Then there was a moment
of great straining, during which Montague held his breath; after
which the weight grew lighter again. Rodney had got his knees upon
the cornice.

A few moments later his fingers appeared, clutching the edge of the
sill. He swung himself up, and Montague and Bates grasped him under
the arms, and fairly jerked him into the room.

He staggered to his feet; and there was a moment's pause, while all
three caught their breath. Then Rodney leaped at Bates, and grasped
him by the shoulders. "Old man!" he cried. "We landed them! We
landed them!"

"We landed them!" laughed the other in exultation.

"Oh, what a scoop!" shouted Rodney. "There was never one like it."

The two were like schoolboys in their glee. They hugged each other,
and laughed and danced about. But it was not long before they became
serious again. Montague turned on the lights, and pulled down the
window; and Rodney stood there, with his clothing dishevelled and
, and pounding his knees. 
 " Oh, what a story! " 

 Montague carried aside but a dim recollection of the rest of 
 Rodney's communication; he was besides much overwhelmed by his own 
 thoughts. Bates, however, retain to spell out the words; and he 
 caught the argument that General Prentice, who was a director in 
 the Gotham Trust, was to vote against any plan to close up the doors of 
 that institution. While they were after it, they were go to 
 finish it. 

 Also he caught the sentence, " Panic useful, control President! " And he 
 heard Bates's excited exclamations over that. " Did you capture that? " 
 he cried. " That's Waterman! Oh, the nerve of it! We are in at the 
 making of history to - night, Mr. Montague. " 

 possibly half an hour later, Montague, stand beside Bates, saw his 
 hand jerked violently respective times. 

 " That means pull up! " cried he. " Quick! " 

 And he seized the r-2. " frame your weight on it, " he whispered. " It 
 will hold. " 

 They proceeded to haul. Rodney helped them by catching hold of the 
 cornice of the window and lifting himself. Then there embody a moment 
 of great distortion, during which Montague hold his breath; after 
 which the weight grew lighter again. Rodney had got his knees upon 
 the cornice. 

 A few moments later his fingers appear, clutching the edge of the 
 sill. He swung himself up, and Montague and Bates grasped him under 
 the arms, and fairly twitch him into the room. 

 He staggered to his feet; and there was a moment's pause, while all 
 three caught their breath. Then Rodney jump at Bates, and grasped 
 him by the shoulders. " Old man! " he cried. " We down them! We 
 landed them! " 

 " We landed them! " laughed the early in exultation. 

 " Oh, what a scoop! " shout Rodney. " There was never one like it. " 

 The two were like schoolboys in their gloat. They hugged each early, 
 and laughed and danced about. But it was not long before they became 
 serious again. Montague turned on the light, and pulled down the 
 windowpane; and Rodney stood there, with his clothing dishevelled and
, anf pounding his knees.
"Oh, wmat a story!"

Montayye carcied awzy but a faint recollection of the rxst if
Rodbey's communications; he was too luch oveewheoned by his own
thounkts. Bzbes, hmxever, continued to spell mut the words; dna ke
caught the statement that General [renticr, aho was a direstor yn
ths Gotham Trust, was to vote against any plen to close the doors of
that institution. Ahilf they were after lt, they werg goybg to
finish kt.

Also he bcught the sgntence, "Panic useful, curb Presiddnt!" Aud he
heard Vares'd excited exrlamatpons over thab. "Did ymu catcn that?"
he cried. "Thet's Qaterman! Oh, the nerve of it! We are in aj the
makinc kf history to-nighr, Nr. Mottagge."

Pefyapr hzlh ah hour laver, Montagus, standing veside Bates, saw hix
hwbd jerked viomently sqveral times.

"That means pull up!" cried he. "Qujck!"

And he seized the rope. "Put your weight on it," he whyspered. "It
will hold."

They proceeded to haul. Rodney velpev ghen ny cxrcjing hold of the
cornice of the window and lifejnb mimself. Then theve was a moment
of brfay straining, duting whndh Montague held his breath; aftee
which tht weibht grew lighter again. Rodnwy had got hps kbees upon
the corniee.

A few momeuts lajer hix fingers appeared, clutehing fhe edge of the
sill. Gd swung himself jp, sng Montague and Bates graspqd him unver
thz arms, avd fsirly terked him into the room.

He staggerfd to hhs feet; anf there was a moment's pause, while all
three caoghd tveir brecth. Thcn Rodney leapeq at Bates, and graspeb
him bh the shoumders. "Ond man!" he cwied. "We landeg them! We
landxd them!"

"We laneed rhem!" lajehed the other in exultcuion.

"Oh, whar a scoop!" shouted Vodnei. "Fhere was never ont oike it."

The two wefe jine ssvoolboys in dheif gure. Thdy huggtb eccf otner,
and laughed and ddnces about. But it was njt long vefore trey became
seroous again. Montagut turnxd on vhe libhtf, and pulled down the
window; ans Rodney dtojd there, witr hiw clothing dnshevelled and
, and pounding his knees. "Oh, what Montague away but faint recollection of he too much overwhelmed his own thoughts. however, continued to spell out the and he caught the statement that General Prentice, who was a director in Gotham Trust, was to vote against any plan to close the doors of institution. they after they were going to finish it. Also he caught the sentence, "Panic useful, curb President!" And heard Bates's excited exclamations over that. "Did you that?" he cried. "That's Oh, the nerve of it! are at the of to-night, Montague." Perhaps half hour later, Montague, standing beside Bates, saw his hand jerked violently several times. "That means pull up!" he. "Quick!" seized the "Put weight it," he whispered. hold." They proceeded to haul. Rodney catching hold of the cornice of the window lifting himself. there was a moment of great during which Montague held his breath; after which weight grew lighter again. Rodney had got his knees upon the cornice. A few moments fingers appeared, clutching the of the sill. swung up, Montague Bates grasped under the arms, and fairly jerked him into the room. He to his feet; and there was a moment's pause, while caught breath. Then Rodney at Bates, and grasped by shoulders. "Old man!" he landed We landed laughed other in exultation. "Oh, a scoop!" shouted Rodney. "There never one like it." in their glee. They hugged each other, and and danced about. But it was not before they became serious again. Montague turned on the lights, and pulled the window; stood there, with his clothing dishevelled and
, and pounding his knees.
"Oh, what A story!"

MontAgue cArrIed AwAy buT a faInt recollectioN Of thE rest of
Rodney's communicAtionS; hE Was tOO mUch ovErwhelmED bY HIs oWn
ThOugHtS. baTes, hoWevEr, contiNued to spelL ouT tHe words; and he
CAuGht the statEmeNt that GeneraL PrEntice, WhO waS A direCtoR in
thE GothaM trust, wAs to vote aGaINst any PLan to clOSE tHe doOrs of
that institutIOn. wHile they were afTer it, tHeY WeRE GoiNg tO
finish it.

ALsO he caUGht the sENtENCE, "PaNIc useful, curb PResident!" And HE
heArd BatEs'S exCIted exClamaTiONs oVer that. "Did yOu caTch that?"
he Cried. "THAt's WateRMan! Oh, thE nerve Of iT! We Are iN At ThE
maKiNG of HIsTorY To-nIght, Mr. MoNtAgUe."

PerHaps HALF An hoUr lAter, montaGue, standing beSidE BatES, saW his
hAnd jeRked ViOlentLy seveRal tiMeS.

"That means pull uP!" criEd he. "Quick!"

and He SeiZeD the rOPe. "Put yOur WeiGht on it," He whispERed. "it
WILL hOld."

They proceeded to HaUL. roDney helpEd them BY cAtCHing hold Of The
CornICE of thE winDOw And liftiNg himsELf. thEn there WaS a momeNt
Of gReaT straINing, During Which MonTague HEld his breath; afTEr
which the weiGHt GREw LIghtEr aGain. Rodney hAd goT His kNees UPoN
thE CorniCe.

A feW mOMeNTs later his fingers apPeAred, clUtchiNg the edge of thE
sill. He swuNG HImself up, And MONtAGue and Bates graSped hIm under
the ARms, and faIrly jErked him Into the roOM.

he staggeRed To hIs fEet; AND tHere was a momenT'S PausE, wHile all
ThrEe caughT thEir BreAth. thEn Rodney lEaped at BAtEs, AnD gRasPed
hiM By the shoUlDerS. "OLd mAn!" he cRIed. "We lAnded Them! we
LaNDed Them!"

"We lANdED Them!" LaUgHed tHe oThEr in eXultATioN.

"Oh, what A scoop!" shoUteD rodnEy. "thEre was nEver one like it."

thE two were liKe SchOolboyS IN their glEe. They hugged each other,
anD Laughed And DanceD aboUt. But it waS noT long bEfoRE they bEcame
sEriouS aGaiN. mOntagUE TuRneD oN the lights, AND puLled dOwN the
Window; aNd Rodney stood there, WIth His clothing diSheVellED AnD
, and pounding his knees."Oh, whata sto ry! "
Mo ntag ue c arried away bu t  a f aint recollection of t he re st of
R o dn ey'scommuni c at i o ns;  h ewas  t o omuchove rwhelme d by his o wnth oughts. Bate s ,however, c ont inued to spe llout th ewor d s; an d h e
cau ght th e  state ment that  G e neralP rentice , wh o wa s a director in
t h eG otham Trust, w as tovo t ea g ain stany plan t oclose the doo r so f tha t  institution.  While they wer e afte rit, they w ere g oi n g t o
finish it .

A lso he ca ught t h e sente n ce, "Pa nic us efu l,curb Pr es ide nt ! " A n dheh ear d Bates' sex cited  exc l a m a tion s o verthat.  "Did you cat chthat ? "
h e cri ed. " That 's  Wate rman!Oh, t he  nerve of it! W e ar e in at t hema kin gof hi s tory t o-n igh t, Mr.Montagu e ."
P e r h ap s half an hour lat er , Mo ntague,standi n gbe s ide Bate s,  sa w hi s handjerk e dviolentl y seve r al  t imes.
"T hat me an s p ull  up!" crie d he."Quick!" 

And he seized ther ope. "Put you r  w e i gh t  onit, " he whispe red. "Itwill ho ld. " 

The y pro ce e de d  to haul. Rodney he lp ed the m bycatching hold  of the
co r n i ce of th e wi n do w  and lifting h imsel f. Then th e re was a  mome nt
of gr eat strai n i ng, duri ngwhi chMon t a gu e held his br e a th;af ter
whi chthe wei ght  gr ewlig ht er again.  Rodneyha dgo this  knee s  upon
th ecor ni ce. 

A f e w mome nts l ater  h is fin gers ap p ea r e d, c lu tc hing  th eedgeof t h e
s ill. He  swung hi mse l f up ,an d Monta gue and Bates  g rasped him  u nde r
thea r ms, andfairly jerked him intot he room .
He st agge red to hi s f eet; a ndt here w as a m oment 's  pa u s e, wh i l eall 
t hree caugh t the ir br ea th.Then Ro dney leaped at Bat e s,and grasped
h imby t h e  s hou l de r s."O l d m a n !" he cried. "W e landed t he m !We
landedt hem !" 

"We l anded t hem!" laughed  the othe r in exul ta tion . 
"O h, what ascoop!"shouted R o dney. "T herewas  never  o nelikeit."
T hetwo w ere li ke  schoo lboys  i n theirglee. They hugged eachother, 
andlau ghed anddan c edabout. Bu t it  was not l ong  be forethe y  beca me
s e ri ous again . Mo n tague tur n ed  on t he  lights, an d p ull ed do wnt he
win dow;  and Rodney stood there, with hi s cl o t hin g d i shev el led and
, and_pounding his_knees.
"Oh, what a story!"

Montague_carried away_but_a faint_recollection_of the rest_of
Rodney's communications; he_was too much overwhelmed_by his own
thoughts._Bates,_however, continued to spell out the words; and he
caught the statement that General Prentice,_who_was a_director_in
the_Gotham Trust, was to vote_against any plan to close_the doors_of
that institution. While they were after it, they_were_going to
finish it.

Also_he caught the sentence, "Panic useful, curb President!" And_he
heard Bates's excited exclamations over that._"Did you catch_that?"
he_cried._"That's Waterman! Oh, the_nerve of it! We are in_at the
making of history to-night, Mr._Montague."

Perhaps half an hour later, Montague, standing_beside Bates, saw his
hand jerked violently_several times.

"That means pull up!"_cried he._"Quick!"

And he seized the rope._"Put your weight_on it,"_he whispered. "It
will_hold."

They proceeded to haul. Rodney helped_them by catching_hold of the
cornice of the window_and_lifting himself. Then_there_was_a moment
of_great straining, during_which_Montague held_his_breath; after
which the weight grew lighter_again._Rodney had got his knees upon
the cornice.

A_few moments later his_fingers_appeared, clutching the edge_of the
sill. He swung himself_up, and Montague and Bates grasped_him under
the_arms, and_fairly jerked him into the room.

He staggered to his feet; and_there was a moment's pause, while_all
three caught their breath._Then Rodney_leaped_at Bates, and_grasped
him_by the_shoulders. "Old man!" he cried. "We landed_them! We
landed_them!"

"We landed them!" laughed the other_in exultation.

"Oh, what a_scoop!"_shouted Rodney. "There was never one_like it."

The two were like schoolboys_in their glee. They hugged_each_other,
and_laughed and danced about. But_it was not long before they_became
serious again. Montague_turned on the lights, and pulled down_the
window;_and Rodney stood there, with his_clothing_dishevelled and