In his joy over his
friend's good fortune he forgot his embarrassment, forgot that he
was a stranger; forgot that he alone, perhaps, was the only young
man in the room whose life and training had not fitted him for the
fullest enjoyment of what was passing around him; forgot
everything, in fact, but that his comrade, his friend, his chum,
had won the highest honors his Chief could bestow.
With cheeks aflame he darted to Morris's chair.
"Let me hand it to him, sir," he cried, all the love for his
friend in his eyes, seizing the ring and plunging toward Garry,
the shouts increasing as he neared his side and placed the prize
in his hand. Only then did Minott find his breath and his feet.
"Why, Mr. Morris!--Why, fellows!--Why, there's plenty of men in
the office who have done more than I have to--"
Then he sat down, the ring fast in his hand.
When the applause had subside--the young fellow's modesty had
caused a fresh outburst--Morris again rose in his chair and once
more the room grew still.
"Twelve o'clock, gentlemen," he said.
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