"Yes, thank you," coolly. "Or perhaps I should say, thanks to Mr.
Fort, here."

Powart turned his keen gray eyes upon the athlete. "If there is any
way I can show you how much I appreciate this--"

Fort waved his hand jauntily. "Wait till I do something that costs
me a real effort!"

Something in his voice caught the chairman's ear. He scrutinized the
athlete more closely; and Billie found herself comparing the two.
They were both big fellows; otherwise there was no resemblance. The
one was as dark as the other was blond; moreover, he was somewhat
heavier than Fort, and of the sort which must be dressed
immaculately at all times. His good looks were due to the clean-cut
lines of his face; for his eyes were stern and his mouth very
strong.

If the one was impulsive, the other was sure. Fort loved to take a
chance; the other, would not act until he was absolutely certain.
Billie decided that he was the steadier, the more reliable of the
two; also, the least likable, for that very reason. Infallibility is
a fearsome thing.

The mother arose with some remark about going into the gardens, and
Fort offered his arm. Powart took their going purely as a matter of
course, and continued to stand--he seldom sat down--directly in
front of Mona.

"I hope," said he in his direct fashion, "that you can see your way