"Where will we meet?"
"In the city, and we'd better lay low. There is more in this little experience than a crack on the head. We're lucky if we get away."
The three men rose to their feet, held a few moments' talk and then scattered. Each man determined to make his way to the city on his own hook, and they considered it was possibly by hook or by crook that they would get there.
Oscar and Cad had disappeared. Indeed, the rogues had hardly dared look at each other or speak until the "singulars" had gotten out of sight.
Once well away Oscar said:
"All right, Cad, I must leave you now to shift for yourself awhile. I am going to finish up this business. We know where to meet."
"Yes."
They were standing in a hollow between two sandbanks and it was dark.
"Change," said Oscar.
Immediately there followed a most wonderful transformation. Cad Metti dropped her fine feathers as though by magic, and in her stead appeared a plain-looking country girl, while the dude vanished, and in his stead appeared a regular sporting appearing young fellow. No one would have recognized in either the two who had sat on the piazza of the hotel eating their dinner and cooing like two turtle-doves.