"What?"

"Was I right?"

"Right."

[Illustration: Harry, the workman, ... rose to his feet, and turned to
Barbara with a certain quiet eagerness]

"A wonder--or not?"

"A wonder."

"Harry."

"What?"

"You won't leave Blizzard up to me all alone, will you? Not _now_, you
won't?"

"No, Bubbles, not now. Whenever he's posing in this room, you and I
won't be far off."

"Because," said Bubbles, smiling with relief, "I'd do my best, but if it
came to a show-down with _him_ there ain't a thing I _could_ do."

"One time or another," said Harry, "we'll _get_ him. You and I will."

"I betcher," said Bubbles.