oh! did he write to my father about it%
--write to my father and sign himself
'T. S.'?" broke in Pemrose, glancing back
along the trail which she had traveled
these past few months and finding it
stranger, more baffling than the Man
Killer's.

"May--may--have done so," came
the answer, with a faint chuckle. " I asked
him when pressed for a name to give his
mother's--his middle one--Selkirk. But
he a lunar can-di-date! Not if I know it!
With me, the moon may have the money%
--but not the boy!"

"The moon may have the money!"
Pemrose Lorry glanced at the mud-stained
knapsack lying by the sufferer,--the
knapsack tucked away in which was the
golden egg, the precious record; she
would not unearth it and glance at it,
because the second look, at least, belonged
to her father.

This mature madcap upon the ground,
this queer, practical joker, chastened now,
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