"Well, I don't know how to begin to thank you," said the man, feelingly, when they were in a somewhat secluded place on the main street. The work of preparing for the ushering in of the New Year was almost completed. "I never _can_ properly thank you," he went on. "My name's George Lang, and if ever you boys want a friend, or if you want anything done in the line business, you call for George," and he meant what he said.