Pretty good for a tall thin young man who worked in the offices of the Okoochee Oil and Refining Company.

Sometimes he said, “I’m darned certain you like me” — bravely — ”love me. Why won’t you marry me? Cut out all this slaving. I could support you. Not in much luxury, maybe, but — — ”

“And settle down in Okoochee! Never see anything! Stuck in this God-forsaken hole! This drab, dull, oil-soaked village! When there are wonderful people, wonderful places, colour, romance, beauty! Damascus! Mandalay! Singapore! Hongkong!� Hongkong! It sounds like a temple bell. It thrills me.”

“Over in Hongkong,” said Arnold Hatch, “I expect some Chinese Maxine Pardee would say, Okoochee! It sounds like an Indian war drum. It thrills me.’“

Sometimes