Mr. George directed another succession of quick bright glances at me as my guardian and I exchanged a word or two of surprise at the coincidence, and I therefore explained to him how we knew the name. He made me another of his soldierly bows in acknowledgment of what he called my condescension.
"I don't know," he said as he looked at me, "what it is that sets me off again--but--bosh! What's my head running against!" He passed one of his heavy hands over his crisp dark hair as if to sweep the broken thoughts out of his mind and sat a little forward, with one arm akimbo and the other resting on his leg, looking in a brown study at the ground.
"I am sorry to learn that the same state of mind has got this Gridley into new troubles and that he is in hiding," said my guardian.
"So I am told, sir," returned Mr. George, still musing and looking on the ground. "So I am told."
"You don't know where?"

I explained to him how we knew the name. He made me another soldierly bow.
"I don't know," he said as he looked at me, "what it is that sets me off again - but - bosh!" He passed one of his heavy hands over his crisp dark hair as if to sweep the broken thoughts out of his mind.
"I am sorry to learn that this Gridley has got into new troubles and is in hiding," said my guardian.
"So I am told, sir," returned Mr. George.
"You don't know where?"
