"
"What's that?" he broke forth in a panic. "I can't go to work to-
morrow; I'm going hunting."
Cortlandt eyed him curiously.
"I didn't say to-morrow. I said Runnells 'phoned that he would be
ready for you day after to-morrow. What is the matter with you?
Have you lost your head over shooting, or don't you care to work?"
"Oh, neither," he said, hastily. "I merely misunderstood you. Of
course, the sooner the better."
"Yes, as you say, the sooner the better," said Cortlandt, with a
shade of meaning. "Well, good-night, and good-luck to you in your
shooting!"
It was with much less self-assurance that Kirk set out again on
the next morning, for this was his last day of grace, and he
realized that unless he accomplished something definite it might
be a considerable time before he could continue his quest. In view
of what the girl had said regarding her engagement, delays seemed
particularly dangerous.
He haunted the vicinity of the meeting-place all the morning, but
no one came, and a heavy shower at midday drove him into the palm-
thatched hut for shelter. When it had passed he put an end to his
indecision and boldly took the other path. At least he would find
out where she lived and who she was. But once again he was
disappointed.
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