“Huh! If she looked your way at all, it was probably the horse she noticed. The horse is good-looking, Chesty.”
“Oh, well, you’re no Adonis yourself, Dolph,” growled Chester.
“Too bad we couldn’t find Finkler,” said Prentiss in tones expressing vast relief.
“Yes; I’m broken-hearted,” said Walker. “Hit up that nag of yours, Chesty, and get us home.”
“We’ll have to go again,” declared Dolph firmly.
“Oh, of course,” Prentiss agreed vaguely. “When did she say he would be home?”
“Thursday, I think.”
“Wasn’t it a week from Thursday?” inquired Walker innocently.
“It was not.” This from Dolph very sternly. “We’ll call again on Friday.”