As it is, I've been sitting here an hour or so watching you swap wildwood yarns with the aborigine yonder.

And Ann Sherrill sent me after you in Dick's speediest car.

Ho, uncle!" An aged negro appeared from certain shadows to which Philip had lazily consigned him.
"Uncle," said Philip easily, "will ride your horse back to Sherrill's for you.

I picked him up on the road.

You'll motor back with me ?" Diane certainly would not.
"Then," regretted Philip, "I'm reduced to the painful and spectacular expedient of just grazing the heels of your fiery steed with Dick's racer all the way back to Sherrill's and matching up his hoof-beats on the shell-road with a devil's tattoo on the horn." Greatly vexed, Diane resigned her horse to the waiting negro, who rode off into the moonlight with a noisy clank.