"Jennie," whispered Duane, "that was clever of Mrs.Bland.

We'll keep up the deception.

Any day now be ready!" She pressed close to him, and a barely audible "Hurry!" came breathing into his ear.
"Good night, Jennie," he said, aloud.

"Hope you feel better to-morrow." Then he stepped out into the moonlight and spoke.

Bland returned the greeting, and, though he was not amiable, he did not show resentment.
"Met Jasper as I rode in," said Bland, presently.