"Meet me in the flower-house to-night at eight
o'clock sharp."
Porky was afraid to look up for fear they would take notice of
him. He drummed on the counter, and called loudly for a cone.
The men moved away. Porky looked cautiously after them. For a
second, he thought of telling his brother to follow them, but
remembered in time that they looked exactly alike. He moved over
beside Beany, who was biting scallops off the edges of his cone:
he had not heard.
"Come here!" Porky said briefly. He handed his cone to a small
child and walked rapidly past the Hospital, around the drive
leading to the beautiful new horse stables and, cutting across
the race-track, threw himself down in the center of the grassy
ring where the saddle horses were shown. For acres around
stretched open space.
Beany, used to his brother, lay flat in the grass and tipped his
hat over his tanned face.
"Go on now. Get it off your chest!" he demanded.
"Want to know what they call the guy that's riding with Miss
Bright?"
"DuChassis--Captain," said Beany.
"He's called the 'Wolf,'" said Porky. Even alone as they were,
he lowered his tone.
Beany sat suddenly erect. "What?" he said.
"You heard me," said his brother.
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