"We can take one of you in here. You'll be crowded with all of those
bags."

"Not a bit. We'll manage perfectly, thank you," Randy's voice
dismissed him.

He went, with a lingering glance backward. Becky, catching that
glance, waked suddenly to the fact that he was very good-looking. "It
was kind of him to offer, Randy."

"Was it?"

Nothing more was said, but Becky wondered a bit as they drove on. She
liked Major Prime. He was an old dear. But why had Randy thanked
Heaven that the other man was not the Major?


III

The Waterman motor passed the surrey, and Dalton, straining his eyes
for a glimpse of the pretty girl, was rewarded only by a view of Randy
on the front seat with his back turned on the world, while he talked
with someone hidden by the curtains.

Perhaps the fact that she was hidden by the curtains kept Dalton's
thoughts upon her. He felt that her beauty must shine even among the
shadows--he envied Major Prime, who sat next to her.

The Major was aware that his position was enviable. It was worth much