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The Scarlet Runner "Well, I'm not much catch. It's just my luck to be playing well, when they want a man so badly. I'm not a safe player, you see, but I make a splash sometimes and—"

"You don't funk," she said proudly, with boyish slang.

"Of course not; but I don't really think I'm worth my place—at least—" He stopped and laughed.

"Well, Georgie?"

"I must be some good," he said softly, "because the Northern Union have been at me."

"No?"

"Yes, followed me to Ingraham. Bloated publican-looking man with a wonderful waistcoat approached me yesterday at the inn. They call it approaching, I believe. He didn't stay long."

"But—"

Georgie laughed again.

"Offered me two quid a week and fifty down; then called for a drink—for me—"

"What did you do, Georgie?" 169