eaton kissed her with ardor, then turned her fair face up to his and
gazed hungrily at every feature.

"It sure was awful until we found you, sweetheart girl. Those two days
at Wilson's were the worst and longest I ever put in. I could have wrung
Martin's cautious old neck!

"But isn't he a wiz at preparing for trouble? We sure owe him a lot,
little dimpled lady."

Dorothy was silent for a moment, then a smile quirked at one corner of
her mouth and a dimple appeared. Seaton promptly kissed it, whereupon it
deepened audaciously.

"What are you thinking about--mischief?" he asked.

"Only of how Martin is going to be paid what we owe him," she answered
teasingly. "Don't let the debt worry you any."

"Spill the news, Reddy," he commanded, as his arm tightened about her.

She stuck out a tiny tip of red tongue at him.

"Don't let Peggy find out he's a millionaire."

"Why not?" he asked wonderingly, then he saw her point and laughed:

"You little matchmaker!"

"I don't care, laugh if you want to. Martin's as nice a man as I know,
and Peggy's a real darling. Don't you let slip a word about Martin's
money, that's all!"

"She wouldn't think any less of him, would she?"

"Dick, sometimes you are absolutely dumb. It would spoil everything. If
she knew he was a millionaire she would be scared to death--not of him,
of course, but because she would think that he would think that she was
chasing him, and then of course he would think that she was, see? As it
is, she acts perfectly natural, and so does he. Didn't you notice that
while we were eating they talked together for at least fifteen minutes
about her father's invention and the way they stole the plans and one
thing and another? I don't believe he has talked that much to any girl
except me the last five years--and he wouldn't talk to me until he knew
that I couldn't see any man except you. Much as we like Martin, we've
got to admit that about him. He's been chased so much that he's wild. If
any other girl he knows had talked to him that long, he would have been
off to the North Pole or somewhere the next morning, and the best part
of it is that he didn't think anything of it."

* * * * *

"You think she is domesticating the wild man?"

"Now, Dick, don't be foolish. You know what I mean. Martin is a perfect
dear, but if she knew that he is _the_ M. Reynolds Crane, everything
would be ruined. You know yourself how horribly hard it