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 what he was pleased to term Holloway's crudeness.

At supper Merritt glanced around as though all at once missing something, and said:

"Where's Holloway?"

Deane helped himself to canned apricots, and answered tolerantly:

"Still sulking, I suppose. He doesn't usually go off the tether like this. I always thought him a pretty good-natured sort of cub."

"So he is!" Merritt answered. "Seems to me you were a bit rough on him, Deane. The sun in these parts has a trick of upsetting a fellow once in a while, and the boy isn't seasoned timber yet. Now about that 'perpetual lamp.' I shall give it to Dr. Peabody, at the