"Never mind," said Archie, "I'll go in to Hunt's myself."
"I'll tell Mr. Jackson when he comes in," said the brunette, going to the door with Archie. "Who did you say?"--she looked up into Archie's face with her feminine curiosity all alive.
"Dutch."
"Dutch who?"
"Oh, just Dutch," said Archie, smiling at her insistence. "He'll know."
"Oh, hell!" said the girl, "what's your name?"
Archie looked down into her brown eyes and smiled mockingly; then he relented.
"Well, it's Archie Koerner. Ever hear of me before?"
The girl's black brows, which already met across her nose, thickened in the effort to recall him.
"You're no more wiser than you was; are you, little one?" said Archie, and walked away.