Fourteenth Street address across its face.
Hogarty turned it over.

"Introducing the Pilgrim," ran the caption in the cramped handwriting
of Chub Morehouse's stubby fingers. And, beneath, that succinct
sentence which was not so cryptic after all:

"Some of them may have science, and some of them may have speed, but
after all it's the man who can take punishment who gets the final
decision. Call me up, if this ever comes to hand."

Very deliberately Hogarty deciphered the words, lifted a vaguely
puzzled face to Young Denny, who waited immobile--and then returned
again to the card. He even nodded once in thorough appreciation of the
title which Morehouse had given the boy; he smiled faintly as he
remembered Denny as he had stood there in the entrance of the big
room, a short while before, and realized how apt the phrase was. Then
he began to whistle, a shrill, faint, monotonous measure, the
calculating glitter in his eyes growing more and more brilliant.

"So!" he murmured thoughtfully. "So-o-o!"

And then, to Denny:

"Was there--did he make any comment in particular, when he gave you
this?"

The boy's eyes twinkled.

"He--made several," he answered. "He said that there was a man at that
address--meaning you--that would fall on my neck and weep, if I
happened to have the stuff. And he warned me, too, not to think that
Jed The Red fought like a school boy, just because he was a
second-rater--because he didn't, nothing like that!"

Hogarty laughed aloud. That sudden, staccato chuckle was almost
startling coming from his pale lips. It hushed just as quickly as it
had begun.

"Jed The Red, eh?" he reiterated softly, and he began tapping the card
with his fingertips. "I see, or at least I am commencing to get a
glimmer of those possibilities which Mr. Morehouse may have had in
mind. And now I think the one best thing to do would be to call him
up, as he has here requested. As soon as you finish dressing Ogden
here will show you the rest of the works, if you'd care to look around
a little. It is entirely likely that we shall want to talk with you
directly."

He wheeled abruptly toward Ogden who had been listening without a
word, the broad grin never leaving his lips. It was the silk-shirted
boy to whom Hogarty addressed the rest of that sentence.

"And you," he said, and his voice shed with astounding completeness
all its syllabled nicety. "You try to make yourself useful as well as
pestilential. Get him a bit