All I can say is that it seemed as if hours drifted by before I saw you all come running up towards me--" "Come, come," said Panton, a trifle impatiently.

"As a matter of fact it can't have been more than three minutes.

Still, it was long enough for the girl to go as near the Great Divide, as a friend of mine calls it, as I've ever known a human being go." "I suppose," said Varick slowly, "that if you hadn't been there Bubbles would now be dead ?" "Well, yes, I'm afraid that's true," said the doctor simply.

"I should have expected that clever, intelligent Miss Farrow, to say nothing of Miss Brabazon, to know something about First Aid.

But neither of them know anything! The only person who was of the slightest use was young Donnington; and I suspect--" he smiled broadly.
"What do you suspect ?" asked Varick rather quickly.
"Well, I suspect that he's in love with Miss Bubbles." "Of course he is." Varick's contemptuous tone jarred a little on Panton.
"But Bubbles intends to become Mrs.Tapster." "I should be sorry to think that!" "Why sorry?
The modern young woman--and Bubbles is a very modern young woman--knows the value of money," said Varick dryly.
He waited a moment.