"Do you think I could get by with the right line of talk with the doubters ?" "I think you could," she said, and in her voice there was a cooing note.

"Study up a little on the right dope, and I think you could convince--even me." "Could I ?" Andy Green knew that cooing note, himself, and one a shade more provocative.

"I wonder!" A man came down the aisle at that moment, gave Andy a keen glance and went on with a cigar between his fingers.

Andy scowled frankly, sighed and straightened his shoulders.
"That's what I call hard luck," he grumbled, "got to see that man before he gets off the train--and the h--worst of it is, I don't know just what station he'll get off at." He sighed again.

"I've got a deal on," he told her confidentially, "that's sure going to keep me humping if I pull loose so as to go in with you.