Douglas hesitated and looked at Mr. Fowler. "Go along, Douglas," said the preacher. "We'll bolt the door and no one is going to bother us two old men. You can't sit over me like a mother hen all the time, you know."
"All right," agreed Douglas. "I suppose I do act like an old woman. I'll be home a little after midnight."
The dance was in full swing by the time Douglas and Judith reached the hall, with all the Lost Chief familiars present except Charleton. Inez came with Scott. The vague feeling of uneasiness that Johnny's report had given him did not leave Douglas, not even when he swung into his first dance with Judith. She looked into his eyes mischievously.
"This is nice, Doug, but is it what you call making love?"
Douglas laughed. "Give me time to find words, Jude!" His arm tightened around her, but his face settled with worried lines.
"What's the matter, Douglas?" asked Judith.
"I don't know. I just have the feeling that something is going wrong."
"It would be a foolish feeling if Charleton were here," said Judith. "But ever since poor old Prince—you know—I've had the feeling that Charleton was just waiting for a chance to hurt you."
"Has he said anything to you?" quickly.
"Of course not! Charleton is clever. Well, don't let it spoil your evening, Douglas. You knew you were courting trouble when you took the preacher in."
"And I sure have found it!" exclaimed Douglas with sudden cheerfulness. "If they don't hurt my old sky pilot, I don't care. Come on, Jude, a little more pep, if you please!"
