"But the trees were quite as devoid of new birds as Johnny's detective trip of clues." "Too bad!" sympathized Philip.

"I'll go with you in the morning." "The bump on your head," suggested Diane pointedly, "is growing malignant!" "By no means!" said Philip lazily.

"With the exception of certain memory erasures, it's steadily improving." "Why," demanded Diane with an unexpected and somewhat resentful flash of reminiscence, "why did you tell me your motor was deaf and dumb and insane when it wasn't ?" "I didn't," said Philip honestly.

"If you'll recall our conversation, you'll find I worded that very adroitly." Thoroughly vexed Diane frowned at the fire.
"Was it necessary to affect callow inexperience and such a happy-go-lucky, imbecile philosophy ?" she demanded cuttingly.
"Hum!" admitted Philip humbly.

"I'm a salamander." "And you said you were waiting to be rescued!" she accused indignantly.
Philip sighed.
"Well, in a sense I was.