"Safe—inside pocket."
"All right, then. Come on. You don't think I'm aching to hang 'round this cursed hole, do you?—now that she's gone!"
He flung his bow and quiver over his shoulder, thrust the signal flag into the skin pouch, and turned to go.
Lord James stepped before him, with hand outstretched.
"One moment, Tom! Here's for home and America—a fair field, and best man wins!"
"It's a go!" cried Blake, gripping the proffered hand. "May she get the one that'll make her happiest!"
CHAPTER IV
THE EARL AND THE OTHERS
Miss Dolores Gantry shook the snow from her furs, and with the graceful assurance of a yacht running aslant a craft-swarming harbor, cut into the crowd that surged through the Union Station. She brought up in an empty corner of the iron fence, close beside the exit gate through which passengers were hurrying from the last train that had arrived. Her velvety black eyes flashed an eager glance at the out-pouring stream, perceived a Mackinaw jacket, and turned to make swift comparison of the depot clock and the tiny bracelet watch on her slender wrist.
As she again looked up she met the ardent gaze and ingratiating smile of an elegant young man who was sauntering up the train-platform to the exit gate, fastidiously apart from his fellow passengers. He raised his hat, and at the girl's curt nod of recognition, hastened through the gate for a more intimate greeting.