t goes well he will give it to me permanently, I can certainly
depend on something from that. He has used my Introduction and two
instalments now. I should think it might be fair to talk payments pretty
soon. He should give me fifty dollars for a recipe with its perfectly
good natural history and embellished with my own vegetable and floral
decorations.

"In the meantime I think I might buy my worktable and possibly an easel,
so I can have real room to spread out my new material and see how it
would feel to do one drawing completely unhampered. I'll order the table
tonight, and then I'll begin on the books, because I must have Saturday
free; and I must be thinking about the most attractive and interesting
place I can take Donald to. I just have to keep him interested until
he gets going of his own accord, because he shall beat Oka Sayye. I
wouldn't let Donald say it but I don't mind saying myself to myself
with no one present except myself that in all my life I have never seen
anything so masklike as the stolid little square head on that Jap. I
have never seen anything I dislike more than the oily, stiff, black
hair standing up on it like menacing bristles. I have never had but one
straight look deep into his eyes, but in that look I saw the only thing
that ever frightened me in looking into a man's eyes in my whole life.
And there is one thing that I have to remember to caution Donald about.
He must carry on this contest in a perfectly open, fair, and aboveboard
way, and he simply must not antagonize Oka Sayye. There are so many of
the Japs. They all look so much alike, and there's a blood brotherhood
between them that will make them protect each other to the death against
any white man. It wouldn't be safe for Donald to make Oka Sayye hate
him. He had far better try to make him his friend and put a spirit of
honest rivalry into his heart; but come to think of it, there wasn't
anything like that in my one look into Oka Sayye's eyes. I don't know
what it was, but whatever it was it was something repulsive."

With this thought in her mind Linda walked slowly as she approached
the high school the next time. Far down the street, over the walks and
across the grounds, her eyes were searching eagerly for the tall slender
figure of Donald Whiting. She did not see him in the morning, but at
noon she encountered him in the hall.

"Looking for you," he cried gaily when he saw her. "I've got my pry in
on Trig. The professor's i