"Why, you booby, I could feel it. Isn't it strange, Lafe? I feel as if we'd known each other all our lives. We must have been made for each other."
"That's right queer," said the sheriff solemnly. "I often get that feeling myself."
As I have a suspicion that other loving young people have talked like this before, enough of it.
CHAPTER XXI
A FIGHT IN THE DARK
As Lafe was coming from dinner at the Fashion annex next noon, a Mexican handed him a letter. It was undated and without beginning.
