But when he found there wasn't to be any, he changed about like a weather-vane.

So here he is, claiming to have been away to Miller Creek; but between ourselves there is no telling what dark deeds--" "Dark deeds! Look!" Frona broke in, pointing to the tip of an amber mouth-piece which projected from Vance's outside breast-pocket.

"A pipe! My congratulations." She held out her hand and he shook good-humoredly.
"All Del's fault," he laughed.

"When I go before the great white throne, it is he who shall stand forth and be responsible for that particular sin." "An improvement, nevertheless," she argued.

"All that is wanting is a good round swear-word now and again." "Oh, I assure you I am not unlearned," he retorted.