The Lion and the Unicorn saw them only once again. It was a
month later when they stopped in front of the shop in a four-
wheeler, with their baggage mixed on top of it, and steamer-
labels pasted over every trunk.

"And, oh, Prentiss!" Carroll called from the cab-window. "I came
near forgetting. I promised to gild the Lion and the Unicorn
if I won out in London. So have it done, please, and send the
bill to me. For I've won out all right." And then he shut the
door of the cab, and they drove away forever.

"Nice gal, that," growled the Lion. "I always liked her. I am
glad they've settled it at last."

The Unicorn sighed, sentimentally. "The other one's worth two of
her," he said.



ON THE FEVER SHIP

There were four rails around the ship's sides, the three lower
ones of iron and the one on top of wood, and as he looked between
them from the canvas cot he recognized them as the prison-bars
which held him in. Outside his prison lay a stretch of blinding
blue water which ended in a line of breakers and a yellow coast
with ragged palms. Beyond that again rose a range of mountain-
peaks, and, stuck upon the loftiest peak of all, a tiny block-
house. It rested on the brow of the mountain against the naked