moving pictures in many colored lights of the advertising signs.
These were indeed a revelation to the young woodsman, and he was soon
oblivious to all else. The usual ready tongue was silent. Only once did
he speak after the first outbreak and this was when the car was stalled
for a few minutes where he had a full view of the famous chariot race
from Ben Hur. As he saw that wonderful picture leap out of the darkness
between two flaming torches, the driver leaning from his chariot and
shaking the lines above the four galloping horses, Pat leaned forward
with tense, eager face. Then the picture disappeared and he dropped back
with a little sigh.

"I knew ut was not true," he murmured half to himself, staring at the
blank space between the lighted pillars. A second later the picture
again flashed out of the darkness and the young Irishman relapsed into a
silence that was not broken until, having gone up one side and down the
other of the Great White Way, Hal proposed they spend the remainder of
the evening at a theater. But this Pat vetoed and he did it so tactfully
as to remove all possible sense of disappointment which Hal might have
felt.

"Ye may fill a cup no more than full," said he, "and one drap more would
be making the cup av me joy run over. 'Tis poor shcoutcraft to be
wasteful even av pleasure, and by the same token the Scout thot tries to
see everything at wance remimbers nothing. I have seen the white magic,
and thot be enough for wan noight. Tis just the two faces av yez I would
be seein' now, and hearing the voices av yez to remoind me thot I be
still Pat Malone av the North Woods."

"We'll go back to my house and spend the rest of the time in my den with
the pictures and other things to help make us think we are back in the
woods," declared Walter. "I'm crazy to know about this scheme you
fellows have cooked up for the vacation, and all the news from the
woods. What do you say?"

"Suits me to a dot," replied Hal promptly. "I'd rather have a good old
gabfest than see the best show in the city, and if Pat feels that way
too it's all settled."

Fifteen minutes later the three boys were lounging comfortably in
Upton's den and Pat was undergoing a regular bombardment of questions.

"How's Doctor Merriam?" demanded Walter.

"The Big Chief is just as fine and a little finer than ever," replied
Pat, dropping his brogue. "He's one grand man. There's none grander
blesses the earth with the touch of his feet