"And shall have in the future," Chris struck in casually. "Don't put it so definitely in the past."
He turned to a boyish-looking youth who had been standing looking on rather sheepishly. "Marie, this is Atkins."
The boy blushed and grinned. He gripped Marie's hand with bearlike fervency.
"Awfully pleased to meet you," he said. "Shall we go and look on? Chris and Feathers are going to play pills."
Marie raised dazed eyes to him.
"Feathers—who is Feathers?" she asked helplessly.
"I'm Feathers," Dakers explained casually. "So-called on account of my hair—which invariably stands up on end. You may have noticed."
He passed a big hand over his shaggy head, and Marie smiled.
"Anyway, I don't know what the game of pills is," she said.
The boy Atkins began to explain.