"
"I knew you could fix things."
"Fix 'em! Fix 'em! That's EASY! Say, how have you been getting
along, anyhow?"
"Great!"
"And you married one of these Panamanicures, eh?" The father
scowled. "Lord! I can trust you to make a fool of yourself."
"Say, dad. She's only--so big." Anthony Junior indicated his
wife's stature, smiling rapturously.
"Dwarf, eh?"
"Oh no!"
"Love her?"
"DO I? It's fierce."
"Humph! You'll have to get over it. I'll pay your debts and take
care of you, but I can't stand a mulatto around me."
"There aren't any debts, and she's not a mulatto. She's a--dream."
"They're waiting, Mr. Anthony," Clifford made bold to say. "I
think we'd better get this over with."
Kirk paid little attention to the formalities of the next few
minutes. He was too busy with thoughts of his amazing good-
fortune, his mind was too dazzled by the joy of freedom. Allan
appeared from somewhere and clung to him in an ecstasy of delight.
Colonel Jolson, Runnels, Anson, even the Panamanian officials
shook hands with him. He accepted their congratulations
mechanically, meanwhile keeping very close to his father's side.
Some time later he found himself out in the open sunlight a free
man once more, with Darwin K.
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