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Some thought that Phil Martin the carrier would see her if anybody would. None of them had any positive information to give.
"Well, then," continued Phil, re-lighting his pipe, and pausing occasionally in his remarks to admire the bowl, "that bein' so, you and I are much in the same fix, so if we unites our small incomes, of course that'll make 'em just double the size."
It was plain that Phil put complete faith in his powers of divination, and at this moment his earnestness carried a certain degree of conviction. Dave made an effort to clear his tired brain. "Very well," he said. "If you're so sure, I'll go to Las Palmas. I'll find out all about it, and where she went.
Doesn't he, father?" "I fear he pays a large proportion of them," Mr. Waring admitted, in a serious tone. "In these days," said Evelyn, "the man who pays the bills is entitled to have his religion as he likes it." "No matter how he got the money to pay them," added Phil. "That suggests another little hitch in the modern church which will have to be straightened out," said George Bridges.
At that moment the supposed young woman stripped her blonde wig from her head, revealing the fact that the supposed girl was no girl at all. It was a boy, and that boy was Phil Forrest.
"I gather, George," said Phil Goodrich, "that you don't believe in miracles." "Miracles are becoming suspiciously fewer and fewer. Once, an eclipse of the sun was enough to throw men on their knees because they thought it supernatural. If they were logical they'd kneel today because it has been found natural.
Don't get excited," warned Dimples as she left him to enter the ring where she was to perform. "Forget all about those people out there, and they will do the rest." Phil nodded and passed on smiling. Reaching his ring he quickly kicked off his pumps and leaped lightly to the back of his mount, where he sat easily while the gray slowly walked about the sawdust arena.
Phil disposed of his man very easily, for he was a remarkably good player. At the conclusion of the game, the defeated man demanded that his friend try a game with Phil, and accordingly changed places with him. Here was a harder opponent, and Phil was devoting his entire attention to giving him a run for the honors of the game, when the door opened and a couple of men slouched in.
Phil next went on to relate how Teddy had, by his quickness, made fast the rope and probably saved the top from falling in on them, and how he, Phil, had fallen on the boy and knocked him out. Mr. Sparling surveyed the flushed face of Teddy approvingly. "Thank you, Teddy," he said. "I'll give you a day off to go fishing, sometime, for that." "I don't want to go fishing."
And presently she stirred, and after a time she said softly "Phil ... are you awake?" "Yes, my dear," I said, sitting up, and feeling first for her, for love of the feel of her, and then in my pockets for my flint and steel. "How still it is, and how very dark!" she whispered. "I'll soon see how you're looking;" and my sparks caught in the tinder and I lit a candle.
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