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WAR it again. Yes, lots of gray ones. And, anyhow, they don't bother us as much as the blue ones. They're a heap-sight more polite."

"I believe you, Mr.—"

"Vonner."

"Yes, that's quite natural. Thank you for a pleasant morning. I shall hope to meet you again."

"Not if I see you first," laughs Dave.

"No," nods the officer, "not if you see me first. I'll take care of that! And I'll keep an eye on this love-affair, too. It interests me. I like love-affairs. We shall be sure to meet again, Mr. Mallory," and he laughs and winks, as he rides off. "For you're sure to stay here—now that we know its name and yours."

"There's that Mallory again," says I, when they were gone.

"Where?" says Dave. "If you'll show him to me I'll spoil his face. I suppose he looks like me."

"Is that the reason you want to spoil his face?" 122