forehead with softly healing breath. Looking up in an interval of
silence, he caught Bradley's gray eyes fixed upon him with a subdued
light of amusement and affection, as of an elder brother regarding a
schoolboy's boisterous appetite at some feast. Mainwaring laid down
his knife and fork with a laughing color, touched equally by Bradley's
fraternal kindliness and the consciousness of his gastronomical powers.

"Hang it, Bradley; look here! I know my appetite's disgraceful, but what
can a fellow do? In such air, with such viands and such company! It's
like the bees getting drunk on Hybla and Hymettus, you know. I'm not
responsible!"

"It's the first square meal I believe you've really eaten in six
months," said Bradley, gravely. "I can't understand why your doctor
allowed you to run down so dreadfully."

"I reckon you ain't as keerful of yourself, you Britishers, ez us," said
Minty. "Lordy! Why there's Pop invests in more patent medicines in one
day than you have in two weeks, and he'd make two of you. Mebbe your
folks don't look after you enough."

"I'm a splendid advertisement of what YOUR care and your medicines have
done," said Mainwaring, gratefully, to Mrs. Bradley; "and if you ever
want to set up a 'Cure' here, I'm ready with a ten-page testimonial."

"Have a care, Mainwaring," said Bradley, laughing, "that the ladies
don't take you at your word. Louise and Jenny have been doing their
best for the last year to get me to accept a flattering offer from
a Sacramento firm to put up a hotel for tourists on the site of The
Lookout. Why, I believe that they have already secretly in their