Have you by any chance a reputable rope anywhere about you ?" "No," said Diane maliciously, "I haven't.

As a rule, I do go about equipped with ropes and hooks and things to--rescue trespassing hydroaviators, but--" she regarded him thoughtfully.

"Do you like to float about and smoke ?" The sun-browned skin of the young aviator reddened a trifle, but his eyes laughed.
"I'm an incurable optimist," he lightly countered, "or I wouldn't have tried to fly over a private lake in a borrowed aeroplane." "I believe," said Diane disapprovingly, "that you were cutting giddy circles over the water and dipping and skimming, weren't you ?" "I did cut a monkeyshine or two," admitted the young man.

"I was having a devil of a time until you--until the--er--catastrophe occurred." "And Miss Westfall, the owner," murmured Diane with sympathy, "is addicted to firearms.

Hadn't you heard?
She _hunts_! The Westfalls are all very erratic and quick-tempered.