No, I won't look any more.

Come on in and play a steady, conservative game of billiards with me.

And after that I'm going to saddle up and go after pigeons.

Will you come along ?" An hour later, just as they were riding out of the compound, Joan turned in the saddle for a last look at the _Martha_, a distant speck well over toward the Florida coast.
"Won't Tudor be surprised when he finds we own the _Martha_ ?" she laughed.

"Think of it! If he doesn't strike pay-dirt he'll have to buy a steamer-passage to get away from the Solomons." Still laughing gaily, she rode through the gate.