beyond their years, beamed back at her.

"I will fix you something that won't spoil all the rest of your
day," she said; and quickly stirred something in a glass that
looked suspiciously like ginger and tasted like red pepper.

They were still talking, "stallin' along" as Porky said
afterwards, when a group of people came out of the inner office.
Colonel Bright led the way, his daughter on his arm.

"Yes, indeed," he was saying to the doctor, "she will be all
right now. It was a wonderfully narrow escape for both of them.
Do all you can for Captain DuChassis. I'm sorry you won't let me
take him home with me to-night. We are really very comfortably
fixed in Syracuse."

"Well, that's lucky," sighed Porky. "We know where he is for a
few hours anyhow. Now there wont be any murderin' done while we
find out just what's what."

"People are beginnin' to thin out. What time is it? Just five?
Great Scott! We better be on our way. Where will we meet?"

"Le's stay in the Mounted Police Camp tonight. Colonel Handler,
told us we could, and this is official business all right."

Beany reached the greenhouses and amused himself by talking with
Mr. O'Neill, the head gardener. Porky lounged against the gate,
and watched the tired sightseers drag out. By six they were all
gone, and Porky felt that he could go back and sit down awhile.