extracted a twenty-dollar bill, and pressed it into the hand of the reluctant girl. He then unclasped a small college pin from the lapel of his coat and gave it to her.
"That is my college pin," he said. "You keep it to remember me by. It is a University of Oregon pin. I am a senior at the finest college in the world."
"Oh, I'd love it to remember Silver sheerie's new master by," she said blushing, "but I ought not to take the money."
"Yes, you must. My father has plenty and he gives me more than I can spend. Buy yourself something to remember Silversheene and me by."
"I would love to. That will be fine. Oh, isn't it just like an exciting story?"
"Yes," said Richard, "and there is my father's chauffeur honking for me. That is like a storybook too."
"Perhaps you had better not go back to the house with Silversheene. The sheriff and Mike Fogarty might come for him. You see that bend in the road yonder by the
