sand," says Valentina, "a few pines and live-oaks, a whole heap of
razor-backs, and us Crackers dodgin' between. That's Sand Spur."

"Oh, a little more than that," breaks in Warrie. "You forget the roses
and the yellow jasmine climbing over the shacks, the Spanish moss
festooning the oaks, the mocking-birds singing from every tree-top, the
black cypress behind the pines, and out front the jade-green Gulf where
the sun goes down so glorious. You forget the brilliant mornings and
the wonderful soft moonlight nights."

Well, that's the way them two went on, like a couple of kids talkin'
over a summer vacation. I gathered that Warrie had simply quit the
sanatorium where he'd been played for a good thing, and settled down in
Sand Spur with the Toziers; gettin' fat on the weird dishes Valentina
could cook, and havin' the time of his life. Seems as if he'd made
friends with the whole population, for he had to ask about all of 'em
by their front names.

Listenin' to 'em was sort of interestin' to me, but Miss Prentice don't
conceal the fact that she's bored stiff. Meanwhile we was wadin'
through a first-class feed. And about nine o'clock Valentina announces
that she'll have to be gettin' back to the schooner or pop'll be
worried. Warrie says he'll send her down in a cab, and asks me if I'll
go along to see that she gets there safe, which I says I will. She was
bein' helped into the ulster when Warrie remembers someone else in Sand
Spur.

"Oh, by the way," says he; "what about Elmer?"

Valentina laughs easy.