in Hollywood when you get back. But, wherever I am, Mary will be. Mail to the SunKraft will always reach us," she added, with a side-glance at Larkin.
"I hope Healy was grateful for your care," said Stone.
"He didn't get very much of it," she said, frankly. "To tell you the truth, I don't think much of your friend Mr. Healy. He may be all right as a man's man, but I don't just fancy him." Larkin's face shone like that of the moon suddenly released from a cloud. "So I didn't see very much of him," she concluded. "I like sugar in my coffee but when it's over-sweet it makes me sick."
"There's Harvey looking for me," lied Stone in Larkin's cause, as they came out on the vine-covered veranda. "No hurry. Lefty, I'll give you a whistle. Good-bye, Miss Furniss. I hope we do see you again."
"I'll hand that on to Mary," she said. And as Stone went down to where Harvey was talking with Healy and adjusting the latter's personal baggage on one of the patient burros he heard the girl ask Larkin why he was called "Lefty."
"Becos I'm sort of hequally 'andy wiv heither 'and," Lefty answered.
"What the devil is keeping Larkin?" Healy demanded, presently. "Why don't we get started?"
"Going to make most of the mesa trip by night this time," said Stone. "We don't have to bother about our strength giving out for lack of food this
