"Do you know that you've been just awfully splendid?"
I knew that my face got very red, but I tried to answer casually enough:
"The splendid things were done by Tommy, Gates, Smilax, and the other fellows. You'll like Tommy, and Monsieur knows—did I tell you he knows your mother?"
"Don't," she whispered. "You make me feel like I'm being led into a new world, with new people, and new customs, and new things!" Now her eyes widened as if making a discovery, as she added: "My fa——, that is, Mr. Graham, must actually have recognized Monsieur Dragot!"
"There's no other deduction," I agreed. "Our case is proved almost beyond a doubt. Don't call that fellow your father again, or even Mr. Graham. Smilax and I have a name we'll share with you."
"What?"
"Efaw Kotee."
Her laughter rippled through the wood, as she cried:
"How perfectly lovely! I know what it means!"
"Then you speak Seminole, Miss—Miss—but you say it isn't Sylvia?"