“Is it likely you’ll be stationed here for a few months?”
“Yes.”
“Well, a young friend of mine—a great chum. Made an awful mess of it. Hurt a man down south. Want him out of the way for a month or two. Vous savez?”
“Is that all?” answers the little hostess with a gay laugh. “Send him up here. If he ain’t too handsome, so as to make Bob wild, he can stop here. As for being out of the way, there’s plenty of that lying around here.”
“Thanks, awfully, I’ll wire him to-morrow.”
CHAPTER VI.
TWO ESCAPES: A FALL AND A RISE.
“Sweet Puck,
You do their work; and they shall have good luck.”
