TAMING A SPY Young Lennox undeniably felt exultation.

It fairly permeated his system.

The taking of Garay had been so easy that it seemed as if the greater powers had put him squarely in their path, and had deprived him of all vigilance, in order that he might fall like a ripe plum into their hands.

Surely the face of Areskoui was still turned toward them, and the gods, having had their play, were benevolent of mood--that is, so far as Robert and Tayoga were concerned, although the spy might take a different view of the matter.

The triumph, and the whimsical humor that yet possessed him, moved him to flowery speech.
"Monsieur Garay, Achille, my friend," he said.