"
It was evident that we had betrayed ourselves to this young girl.
She glanced at us again, and perhaps she noticed in our fascinated gaze
an expression akin to terror, for suddenly she laughed--such a clear,
sweet, silvery little laugh!
"For my part," she said, "I wish they had come with us. I like--men."
With that she bade us goodnight very politely and went off to her tent,
leaving us with our hats pressed against our stomachs, attempting by the
profundity of our bows to indicate the depth of our gratitude.
"_There's_ a girl!" exclaimed Brown, as soon as she had disappeared
behind her tent flaps. "She'll never let on to Medusa, Xantippe,
Cassandra and Company. I _like_ that girl, Smith."
"You're not the only one imbued by such sentiments," said I.
He smiled a fatuous and reminiscent smile. He certainly was good-looking.
Presently he said:
"She has the most delightful way of gazing at a man--"
"I've noticed," I said pleasantly.
"Oh. Did she happen to glance at _you_ that way?" he inquired. I wanted
to beat him.
All I said was:
"She's certainly some kitten." Which bottled that young man for a while.
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