I just love bull-dogs, Mr.
Merefleet." Merefleet was silent.
She stretched out her arms with a swift, unconscious movement of weariness.
"Well," she said, "I'm real lazy to-night, and that's fact.

I guess you want to smoke, so I'll go and leave you in peace." She rose and stood for a few moments in the doorway, looking out into the pulsing darkness beyond.

Merefleet watched her, fascinated.

And as he watched, a deep shadow rose and lingered on the beautiful face.

Moved by an instinct he did not stop to question, he rose abruptly and stood beside her.