young men.

"You're safe enough," retorted Polly. "You're safe any place with
your check-book. Besides, we don't want to double names on this
list. We'll spring another one when we're ready to equip and run the
place. Oh, there's Johnny Gamble! Hello, Johnny!" And she leaned far
over the rail to call to him.

It was strange how quickly Johnny Gamble was able to distinguish a
sound coming from that direction, and he looked up immediately.
"Come right up here, Johnny," she commanded him. "I have a great
surprise in store for you."

"Go any place you say if it's not too hot there," he cheerfully
assured her, and started off towards the staircase.

"When I get Johnny Gamble's name this list is closed," said Polly
confidently.

"I'll bet with you on that," offered Bruce Townley. "Johnny probably
hasn't enough money to buy a tin rattle for your babies' hotel."

"No!" she protested, shocked. "I'm so used to seeing him with money
that I don't think I'd know him if he had it shaved off."

"He was too honest, as usual," supplemented Val Russel, lounging
carelessly against the rail. "Here comes Ashley Loring. He can tell
you all about it. Johnny Gamble hasn't a cent left, has he, Loring?"

"It would be most unprofessional to discuss Mr. Gamble's private