Suppose I meet one of the railroad chiefs ?" "I'll fix him," Duveen rejoined.

"Your bosses won't get after you when you belong to my party.

Anyhow, we'll look out for you." The car rolled off, and Lister, going to the rotunda, lighted a cigarette and mused.

Ruth Duveen had beauty, he liked her but must use caution, since he imagined the friendship she had given him was something of an indulged girl's caprice.

Then he began to think about the girl he had met on board the train.