"Did you expect me to wait any longer?" "I was afraid you might come and go--and never say so much as 'Well?'" said she. This was more than mortal man could bear--and there was no more waiting done by anybody. When Jordan King had--temporarily--done satisfying the hunger of his lips and arms, he spoke again, looking down searchingly at a face into which he had brought plenty of splendid colour. "If I had found you in that poor place I thought I should, it would have been just the same," he said. "I really believe it would," admitted Anne. * * * * * Half an hour afterward, emerging from the small room which had held such a big experience, the pair discovered Red Pepper Burns just descending the stairway. He scrutinized their faces sharply, then advanced upon them. They met him halfway. He gravely took Anne's hand and set his fingers on her pulse. "Too rapid," he said with a shake of the head. "Altogether too rapid. You have been undergoing much excitement--and so early in the morning, too. As your physician I must caution you against such untimely hours." He felt of King's wrist, and again he shook his head. "Worse and worse," he announced. "Not only rapid, but bounding. The heart is plainly overworked. These cases are contagious. One acts upon the other--no doubt of it--no doubt at all. I would suggest--" He found both his arms grasped by Jordan King's strong hands, and he allowed himself to be held tightly by that happy young man. "Give us your best wishes!" demanded his captor. "Why, you've had those from the first. I saw this coming before either of you," Burns replied. "Not before I did," asserted King. "Not before I did," declared Anne. Then the two looked at each other, and Burns, smiling at them, his hazel eyes very bright, requested to be restored the use of his arms. This being conceded, he laid those arms about the shoulders before him and drew the two young people close within them. "You two are the most satisfactory and the dearest patients I've ever had," declared Red Pepper Burns.