The hammer-thrower’s face did not change in the least; nor did his look. He turned his eyes toward the singer with heavy nonchalance and never had his face appeared more honest and trustworthy.
“Oh, you beauty!” murmured Bob admiringly.
“Do you really think she is?” asked the jolly little pal. She thought Bob meant Gee-gee. “Is that the style you like?”
“Thinking of something else,” said Bob.
“Some one, you mean?” with slight reproach.
“Pals aren’t jealous,” he reminded her. “Besides, it was a man.”
“Oh!” she said wonderingly.
“For life is but a game of hide-and-seek,”
sang Gee-gee, in the rather execrable French some one had drilled into her.
“Come and catch me,” was the refrain.