“Your thought is as good as mine,” Johnny smiled.
“Isn’t he mysterious!” Meggy thrilled as of old.
“You don’t know the half of it, Meg.” Johnny chuckled. “Know what?” he exploded in a sudden burst of confidence, “That fellow isn’t brown! He never came from India. He’s as white as you or I!”
“Whi—white? How could he be?”
“His face and arms are dyed. I saw him pull up his sock, back there in the laboratories. You just wait and see!”
“Mystery—sweet mystery,” Meggy whispered after a time.
A moment more, and she was off on another tack. “Johnny, do you think those two terrible men will come back to bother the—the ‘Prince’ if he does pitch?”
“If they do—” Johnny stood up. “If they dare, we—we’ll give them plenty! We—”
“Listen!” Meggy sprang to her feet. “An airplane! And see! Over there. A big silver ship! The boys are coming home!” She dragged at Johnny’s arm. They were away like a flash, ready to celebrate the heroes’ return.