Mary V had demonstrated with much frankness that she cared.

He knew the feel of her arms around his neck, the look of her face close to his own, the sweet thrill of her warm young lips against his.

He had bought her a modest little ring, and had watched the shine of it on the third finger of her tanned left hand when she left him--going gloveless that the ring might shine up at her.
The first episode of her life thus happily finished, Johnny was looking with round, boyish, troubled eyes upon the second.
"Long-distance call for you, Mr.Jewel," the clerk announced, when Johnny strolled into the Argonaut hotel in Tucson for his mail.

"Just came in.

The girl at the switchboard will connect you with the party." Johnny glanced into his empty key box and went on to the telephone desk.