THE CRONIES Come along, Bill; we'll have to get there, or we won't hear the first of it. Mr. Gray said it would begin promptly at three. I'm doing my best, Gus. This crutch - - I know. Climb aboard, old scout, and we'll go along faster. The first speaker, a lad of fifteen, large for his age, fair-haired, though as brown as a berry and athletic in all his easy, deliberate yet energetic movements, turned to the one he had called Bill, a boy of about his own age, or a little older, but altogether opposite in appearance, for he was undersized, dark-haired, black-eyed, and though a life-long cripple with a twisted knee, as quick and nervous in action as the limitations of his physical strength and his ever-present crutch permitted.