trader. God's mercy! M'sieu Lander, if you can not explain"
"You don't understand!" choked Lander. "The girl, his girl—Susette. But I mustn't mention names."
"Now God is good! It is unsaid. No name has been spoken!" cried the little Frenchman, sweeping off his shabby fur cap and bowing low to some Imaginary princess. "Your high heart does you great honor. Your knife will sing the sweeter when we find honest work for it to do. The divinity of woman must always protect her men from her lover."
"There are three things I must do at once," mumbled Lander. "I must get work. Parker says the A. F. C. will stop me getting work in St. Louis unless I work on the levee."
"His father was a liar! There is always much work for honest men. Go on."
"I must settle my score with Phinny. He has told tales and set Parker against me."
"Surely he shall be paid. The third?"
"I must see—I mention no names."
"Of course. Etienne Clair understands." And again the low bow till the cap brushed the dirt. "It is delicate, eh? Now a message. Behold, I
