towers rose above the green of the country. "It paid to take a chance with me. I sure did let her out. Where do you want to go, lady?"
"The Hotel de la Pax," said the girl, and with a sigh of deep relief, sank back upon the cushions.
"And Salvator won," quoted Mr. Minot with a laugh.
"How can I ever thank you?" the girl asked.
"Don't try," said Minot. "That is—I mean—try, if you will, please."
"It meant so very much to me—"
"No—you'd better not, after all. It makes me feel guilty. For I did nothing that doesn't come under the head of glorious privilege. A chance to serve you! Why, I'd travel to the ends of the earth for that."
"But—it was good of you. You can hardly realize all it meant to me to reach this hotel by one o'clock. Perhaps I ought to tell you—"
"It doesn't matter," Minot replied. "That you have reached here is my reward." His cheeks burned; his heart sang. Here was the one girl, and he built castles in Spain with lightening
