developed between them.

"There'd be time if you thought it wouldn't do any harm to give me
another chance," said Tembarom. "I can sit up all night. I guess I've
caught on to what you DON'T want. I've put in too many fool words. I
got them out of other papers, but I don't know how to use them. I
guess I've caught on. Would it do any harm if you gave me till to-
morrow?"

"No, it wouldn't," said Galton, desperately. "If you can't do it,
there's no time to find another man, and the page must be cut out.
It's been no good so far. It won't be missed. Take it along."

As he pushed back the papers, he saw the photographs, and picked one
up.

"That bride's a good-looking girl. Who are these others? Bridesmaids?
You've got a lot of stuff here. Biker couldn't get anything." He
glanced up at the young fellow's rather pale face. "I thought you'd
make friends. How did you get all this?"

"I beat the streets till I found it," said Tembarom. "I had luck
right away. I went into a confectionery store where they make wedding-
cakes. A good-natured little Dutchman and his wife kept it, and I
talked to them--"

"Got next?" said Galton, grinning a little.

"They gave me addresses, and told me a whole lot of things. I got
into the Schwartz wedding reception, and they treated me mighty well.