TWO VICTIMS OF ROSY THOUGHTS "There is one thing about it," remarked Reade, as he rose and stood at the doorway of the tent.

"We're not being overworked." "Nor are we getting awfully rich, as the weeks go by, either," smiled Harry.
"No; but we're puppets in a game that interests me about as much as any that I ever saw played," Tom smiled back.
"This game--interests you ?" queried Harry, looking astonished.
"That is a new idea to me, Tom.

I never knew you to be interested, before, in any game that wasn't directly connected with some great ambition." "We have a great ambition at present." "I'd like to know what it is," grumbled Harry.

"It's three weeks since that scoundrel, Don Luis, brought us back in triumph.

We refused to enter his house as guests, and started to camp in the open in these two old tents that Nicolas secured for us.