might see it or smell it through the 

 leatheroid telescope and fly the 

 country," Sally explained, giving 

 her husband an affectionate pat, to 

 extract any possible sting. 



"You know, Petty, I suggested 

 your bringing it for wear in camp." 



" Yes, but it came out at the last 

 minute to make room for that extra 

 hundred rounds of ammunition. We 

 are quite ready to be subsidised by 

 some South American government. 

 Good, Bobbie, that was a splendid 

 shot, a bull's eye, was n't it?" 



It was barely in the white, but she 

 said it to make up. If once in a 

 while she rubbed the velvet of 

 Bobbie's good temper the wrong 

 way, she immediately smoothed it 

 back again. Perhaps I should not 

 expose her methods but they are so 

 successful, and Nimrod says he does 

 not object to being flattered even 

 when he suspects the process, if it 

 is done artistically. Most men are 

 that way, it would seem. 



Sally is a good shot; in spite of 

 her brown eyes she rarely misses the 

 bull's eye. Bobbie is as proud of it as 

 though it were his accomplishment. 



