any of half a dozen subjects, while the writer chap can get the dope on lion-hunting� . Sure, sure. I’ll put him on a horse a child can ride.”

The more the merrier, especially newspaper chaps, Dick grinned to himself — and grandfather Jonathan Forrest would have nothing on him when it came to pulling off a successful finish.

But how could Paula have been so wantonly cruel as to sing the “Gypsy Trail” so immediately afterward? Dick asked himself, as, receiver near to ear, he could distantly hear Chauncey Bishop persuading his writer man to the hunting.

“All right then, come a running,” Dick told Bishop in conclusion. “I’m giving orders now for the horses, and you can have that bay you rode last time.”