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 "and he meant it well, but—why do you dislike him so?"

"I've said nothing of the sort," retorted the young man.

"I can tell you what you think," she replied from her meditation. "Our friends here, Mr. and Mrs. Sanders, wonder where we got him, I can see. But what's wrong? He only looks like the King of Spades with his hair cropped. And Aunt Julia is fond of him!" A moment of silent mirth overcame her; then she looked grave again. "What do you think he's up to?"

Scarlett shook his head. "It's—it's absurd!" he said. The futility of his vague, hearsay evidence irritated him. "I only wish I knew."

"Yaow!" remarked Chao Phya, and jingled his silver bells in the dusk.