CHAPTER V.TIGER SKINS.
September passed and October came, bringing with it cool days and clear, crisp evenings royally ruled over by a gorgeous harvest moon.

According to Billy everything was just perfect--except, of course, poor Bertram's arm; and even the fact that that gained so slowly was not without its advantage (again according to Billy), for it gave Bertram more time to be with her.
"You see, dear, as long as you _can't_ paint," she told him earnestly, one day, "why, I'm not really hindering you by keeping you with me so much." "You certainly are not," he retorted, with a smile.
"Then I may be just as happy as I like over it," settled Billy, comfortably.
"As if you ever could hinder me," he ridiculed.
"Oh, yes, I could," nodded Billy, emphatically.

"You forget, sir.

That was what worried me so.

Everybody, even the newspapers and magazines, said I _would_ do it, too.