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"That will do for you, lieutenant," interrupted Miss Kinney, with

merry, sparkling eyes. "You needn't think we're going to let you

trail this off into a compliment now. I'm going to leave you and

see what Mrs. Collins says. She won't sit there and parrot 'Four

days' for the rest of her life."

With which Mistress Peggy sailed from the room in mock hauteur.

When Larry came back from closing the door after her, his friend

fell upon him with vigorous hands to the amazement of Wun Hop,

the waiter.

"You blamed lucky son of a gun," he cried exuberantly between

punches. "You've ce'tainly struck pure gold, Tennessee. Looks

like Old Man Good Luck has come home to roost with you, son."

The other, smiling, shook hands with him. "I'm of that opinion

myself, Steve," he said.

PART II -- THE GIRL OF LOST VALLEY

CHAPTER I -- IN THE FIRE ZONE