t done, please, and send the bill to me. For I've won
out all right." And then he shut the door of the cab, and they drove
away forever.

"Nice gal, that," growled the Lion. "I always liked her. I am glad
they've settled it at last."

The Unicorn sighed, sentimentally. "The other one's worth two of her,"
he said.

ON THE FEVER SHIP

There were four rails around the ship's sides, the three lower ones of
iron and the one on top of wood, and as he looked between them from
the canvas cot he recognized them as the prison-bars which held him in.
Outside his prison lay a stretch of blinding blue water which ended in a
line of breakers and a yellow coast with ragged palms. Beyond that again
rose a range of mountain-peaks, and, stuck upon the loftiest peak of
all, a tiny block-house. It rested on the brow of the mountain against
the naked sky as impudently as a cracker-box set upon the dome of a
great cathedral.

As the transport rode on her anchor-chains, the iron bars around her
sides rose and sank and divided the landscape with parallel lines. From
his cot the officer followed this phenomenon with severe, painstaking
interest. Sometimes the wooden rail swept up to the very block-house
itself, and for a second of time blotted it from sight. And again it
sank to the level of the line of breakers, and wiped them out of the
picture as though they were a line of chalk.

The soldier on the cot promised himself that the next swell of the sea
would send the lowest rail climbing to the very top of the palm-trees
or, even higher, to the base of the mountains; and when it failed to
reach even the palm-trees he felt a distinct sense of ill use, of having
been wronged by some one. There was no other reason for submitting to
this existence, save these tricks upon the wearisome, glaring landscape;
and, now, whoever it was who was working them did not seem to be making
this effort to entertain him with any heartiness.

It was most cruel. Indeed, he decided hotly, it was not to be endured;
he would bear it no longer, he would make his escape. But he knew that
this move, which could be conceived in a moment's desperation, could
only be carried to success with great strategy, secrecy, and careful
cunning. So he fell back upon his pillow and closed his eyes, as though
he were asleep, and then opening them again, turned cautiously, and
spied upon his keeper. As usual, his keeper sat at the foot of the
cot turning the pages of a hug