Hawker made no reply save to glare in her direction.

At last he said, "Well, I must go over and do some work." Florinda did not turn from the window.

"Well, so-long, boys," said Hawker, "I'll see you later." As the door slammed Pennoyer apologetically said, "Billie is a trifle off his feed this morning." "What about ?" asked Grief.
"I don't know; but when I went to call him he was sitting deep in his chair staring at some----" He looked at Florinda and became silent.
"Staring at what ?" asked Florinda, turning then from the window.
Pennoyer seemed embarrassed.

"Why, I don't know--nothing, I guess--I couldn't see very well.

I was only fooling." Florinda scanned his face suspiciously.