Big Maurie Gordon walked to her with a scowl, took her face between his hands, and stared into her eyes. His own were so swollen that he was looking out of the narrowest of slits. “Where have I seen you?” he said. “Maybe you been dreamin’ about me, you big stiff!” said Jac amiably. Maurie dropped his hands and turned away. “Yep. A nightmare,” he said. “I got a start, too,” growled Carey. “An’ when I seen Jac I thought about--” “Don’t say it,” broke in Craig. “It makes me see red.” “Hit the kitchen, Bricktop,” said Maurie, “an’ rustle some ham an’ eggs--lots of ’em.” She smiled, and the expression changed her whole face. The Three Musketeers jumped and stared at her with a return of their first interest. The fairy godmother was waving the wand. “This,” said Jacqueline, “is worse than the convent.” “The devil!” groaned Maurie. “This ain’t possible.” “When I came west,” went on Jac with the same smile, “I thought that I should find one real man.” They listened with mouths agape. It was like watching base lead being transmuted before their eyes to gold. Carrigan winked his one good eye. The other was black and puffed. “And I have found one,” said Jac. And she winked at Carrigan. “I can leave it to you,” said Carrigan, “to lead me a real man’s life.” (The end.) [Transcriber’s Note: This novelette originally appeared in the July 10, 1920 issue of “All-Story Weekly” magazine.]