"Yes. Last time it was in the ice-box,"
snapped she, as coolly, not to be outdone.
"So you &did^ remember--know me--us!"

"How could I help--remembering--that
icy train-wreck?" He was slipping
the rope in a noose under her arms. "Perhaps,
some day.... Well! I'm glad
to be 'Jack at a Pinch' again, anyway."

"R-ready!" he shouted then.

And Pem was drawn up, to face a Highland
squall from Andrew.

"Hoot! lassie, an' air ye sech a fechless
tomboy that a mon mun keep his een
sticket on ye a' the time?" the Scot
angrily demanded. "How cud ye be sech
a nickum as to try sitting in yon--Deev's
Chair?"

"Ask--ask the other nickum; he did
it first," flung back the rescued one.

But under cover of the broad scolding,
the other, the Jack at a Pinch--friend
in need for the second time--had again
slipped off, without a word from either of
the girls.

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