"None of that!" growled the man with the temper. "Not now or
any other time." Then he laughed and let his victim up.
"Alcohol will take out grass stains, Jim," he advised. "Tell
Martha that."




CHAPTER IV

IN WHICH HE MAKES A CONCESSION



Red Pepper Burns opened his eyes. What on earth was that? A
small voice piping at him from within close range? But how
could that be?

Something bumped against him. He turned his head on his
pillow. A small figure at his side had raised itself upon its
elbow; big black eyes in a pale little face were staring at
him in affright. Burns roused himself, suddenly very wide
awake indeed.

"It's all right, little man," said he, pulling the child
gently into the warmth of his encircling arm. "You came home
with me last night. Don't you remember? You're going to make
me a visit. And this morning after breakfast we're going to
drive to town and buy a train of cars - red, shiny cars and an