like a couple of sapphires, only with more sparkle, and a deeper blue.
"Are you hurt, Gale?" she says anxiously, laying her little hand on my arm.
"No," I says. "That was just a work-out! Listen—even a murderer gets a trial, Judy. Will you let me take you home and explain matters?"
"We can pay them people in Drew City a good two to one for their money," says Nate, looking up from the box-office figures, "and still have a bank roll left which no greyhound in the world could jump over!"
"Oh, I'm so glad, Gale," says Judy. "I knew you'd make good! And you fought such a splendid, courageous, uphill fight against that beast! I"
"Kid Christopher ain't no beast, Judy," I says. "He's a stiff puncher and a nice fellow, but to-night wasn't his night. Maybe it ain't my night either! Judy, if you give me the air, I'm going to leave Drew City and"
"I think we had better get started," butts in Judy—and when she blushes she'd drive you crazy. "It'll take us an hour to drive there, you know."
"It'll take us two hours to-night, Judy," I says. "I got a lot to say."
It took us four hours!
