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wouldn't mind it, In fact I think it would be great stuff, for a few weeks—snappy way to put in the time while I'm making up my mind what I want to do with myself. But you, Yvonne—I don't care what you say, there's no reason on God's earth why you——"

Yvonne interrupted this speech with a long kiss full on the lips. "That's my way of saying 'shut up, Jock Hamill,'" she explained sweetly.

"It's a great way! I could use a lot of those. But listen, about this Terrace Tavern business——"

She kissed him again.

After which he continued to say "But listen—" at two-minute intervals all the rest of the afternoon. Not protestingly; gleefully, for the kiss each repetition earned him. And protest, thus neglected in the heydey of more palatable matters, withered and died away.

Often in the days that followed he wondered what had become of it. He had not intended to give in so easily; he hadn't intended to give in at all! But Yvonne now obviously considered the thing decided, and was going ahead with preparations in a manner so final that the time for discussion seemed past and irrevocable. And Jock, after his preliminary puny splashing, swam with the stream, "Can't do anything now," he assured himself comfortably. "Too late now. We're all set."

And they were. After arduous hours of practice, they had "tried out" before August Schultz and been accepted as a team. Impassively. Everything August Schultz did he did impassively, with an air of scarcely knowing and not one iota caring whether or not the thing was done. He was a porcine gentleman with a vague chin or chins, a motley assortment of teeth, some gold, some bad, some false, some missing, and little half-shut slits of eyes, like buttonholes embroi-