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 the physician from falling. The latter's face had gone pale with surprise and pleasure.

"Dr. Tansey" Bennet exclaimed wringing the hand he had clasped.

"Well, Bennet," the other returned. "You're the last man I expected to see on this boat. What are you going south for?"

"I'll ask the same of you, Doctor? Where are you bound? Jove, this is a treat."

"I'm bound on a scientific mission. I suppose you'll say the same thing. I'll bet I can guess, though," as an after thought. "I thought you were cured of that blow on the head you got last fall. Too bad! Too bad! My surgery is getting way off. I thought I had you cured."

Both men laughed happily, as Truman piloted the other to a seat at his side of the ship. After Bennet had seen that the doctor was comfortable he also took a seat.

"Have a cigar," said Dr. Tansey, tendering Bennet the case as he took one himself.

"No, thank you. Don't smoke."

"This is off-season now. You won't be breaking training by smoking. I won't tell the coach," chafed the doctor.

"You know I never smoked," Bennet smiled back.

"No, I don't know anything about it. Put it this way. I never caught you smoking. How's that."

The two men laughed heartily again. Doctor Tansy was happy as a boy. He was very fond of Bennet, in his own way.

"Where's the young woman? I didn't know she was in