jiffy."

"Perhaps I am loaded still. Remember, Kay, Mr. Farrel has done all of
the talking and we have been attentive listeners. Wait until I have
had my innings."

"By the way, Mr. Parker," Farrel asked, "who loaded you up with
pro-Japanese arguments?"

Parker flushed and was plainly ill at ease. Farrel turned to Kay.

"I do not know yet where you folks came from, but I'll make a bet that
I can guess--in one guess."

"What will you bet, my erudite friend?" the girl bantered.

"I'll bet you Panchito against a box of fifty of the kind of cigars
your father smokes."

"Taken. Where do we hail from, Don Mike?"

"From New York city."

"Dad, send Mr. Farrel a box of cigars."

"Now, I'll make you another bet. I'll stake Panchito against another
box of the same cigars that your father is a member of the Japan
Society, of New York city."

"Send Mr. Farrel another box of cigars, popsy-wops. Don Mike, how