"Felicia! Baby Felicia!" she cried. "Did you think Charley had deserted you?"
Felicia sat up with a jerk. "Charley!" she screamed. "Charley! I knew you'd come!"
"Hello, Roger Moore!" exclaimed the stocky young man. "Are you the same young plutocrat who used to own a swimming pool?"
Roger laughed. "The same, except that I'm no longer a plutocrat. How did you recognize me?"
"Oh, we met Ernest Wolf meandering about the desert. Hello, baby, do you remember brother?" kissing Felicia, who was in Charley's arms.
Charley was tall, nearly as tall as Roger, and he noticed as he turned to shake hands with her that she held the child easily, as if she were very strong. Then he was looking into eyes that suddenly seemed deeply familiar.
"I don't remember much except the pool," said Charley. "How are we going to thank you for taking care of Felicia?"
"I don't know how we are going to thank Felicia," Roger replied. "Where is Ernest?"
Preble laughed. "He was pegging for all he was worth in the wrong direction. We had some trouble to persuade him that he was wrong."
"That's Ernest, sure enough!" exclaimed Roger.