"You had a charming vacation, so your smile says, Mr. Huntingdon!"
exclaimed Madame Foret. "I am so glad! Where did you go?"
"Into the desert, Madame Foret."
"Oh, into the desert of that beautiful Miss Allen! She and her
pictures together made me feel that that was one part of America I must
not miss. She promised me that she would show me what she called the
Painted Desert, and I shall hold her to the promise!"
"No one could show you quite so wonderfully as Miss Allen, I'm sure,"
said Enoch.
"Now, just what did you do to kill time in the desert, Huntingdon?"
asked Mr. Johns-Eaton, the British Ambassador. "Why didn't you go
where there was some real sport?"
"Oh, I found sport of a sort!" returned Enoch solemnly.
Johns-Eaton gave Enoch a keen look. "I'll wager you did!" he
exclaimed. "Any hunting?"
"Some small game and a great deal of boating!"
"Boating! Now you are spoofing me! Listen, Mr. Fowler, here's a man
who says he was boating in the desert!"
Fowler and Enoch bowed and, after a moment's more general conversation,
they drew aside.
"About this Mexican trouble, Huntingdon," said Fowler slowly. "I said
nothing as to your speaking trip, until your return, for various
reasons.
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