then stepped out of his tent to visit across the way.

"Spoony femmes?" inquired Anstey.

"Spooniest ever!" Dick declared.

"L.P.?"

"Not on your coming shoulder-straps!" retorted Prescott, an eager
look in his eyes. "And say, Anstey, you're going to the hop tomorrow
night, aren't you?

"Hadn't thought so," replied the other quietly.

"Anything else on?"

"Nothing particular."

"Then be at the hop, Anstey, old bunkie--do! I want you to meet
both the young ladies, and dance at least a couple of numbers
with each."

"I reckon I'd go through fire or water for you, or Holmesy," murmured
the Virginian quietly.

"Oh, it isn't going to be anything like such an ordeal as that,"
laughed Dick happily. "Just wait until you've seen the young
ladies. That's all!"

"As they-----" Anstey paused. Then he went on, after considering: