“Oh, she is, eh?” said Captain Jack, looking him over. “Ah, well, then—Good-bye, Annette, for the present.” He held out his hand. “We must renew our old acquaintance, eh?”
“Thank you, sir,” said the girl.
“'Sir?' Rot! You aren't going to 'sir' me, Annette, after all the fun and the fights we had in the old days. Not much. We're going to be good chums again, eh? What do you say?”
“I don't know,” said Annette, flashing a swift glance into Captain Jack's admiring eyes. “It depends on—”
“On me?”
“I didn't say so.” Her head went up a bit.
“On you?”
“I didn't say so.”
“Well, let it go. But we will be pals again, Annette, I vow. Good-bye.” Captain Jack lifted his hat and moved away.
As he reached his car he ran up against young Rupert Stillwell.