“What’s that?” queried his companion.
“I was talking to myself,” laughed Donald.
“Bad sign! You are either in love or old age has overtaken you. Too bad!” Douglas wagged his head sadly.
“I may as well tell you,” confided Donald; “I saw a Greek goddess mounted on an Arabian charger here yesterday.”
Douglas threw out his hands tragically. “Donald, my poor friend! I am afraid that I hit you too hard in that last round,” he said in a voice of mock compassion.
Donald stopped short. “Look!” he cried, pointing excitedly, “there she is!”
The girl sat gracefully erect on the big horse, gazing down at the rushing tide.
“I’ll be jiggered!” exclaimed Douglas.
“Don’t blame you, but isn’t she a peach?” said Donald admiringly.
Douglas burst out laughing. “Do you know who that is?” he asked with a peculiar inflection.