"If you don't mind, I'll just be
your bodyguard."
"Very well," she smiled; "but to make perfectly sure of our
safety, cross your fingers and spit."
"Eh?" Seeing the amusement in her eyes, he declared: "You've been
talking to Blaze. Well, last night I dreamed I was eating
chestnuts, and he told me I was due for a great good fortune. You
see, there's something in it, after all."
"And you must be the 'light man' I discovered in the cards. Blaze
declared you were coming to my house." They jogged along side by
side, and Law thanked his lucky stars for the encounter.
"Did Blaze tell you how he came to meet the Stranges?"
"No. He only said they had brought him bad luck from the start."
Dave grinned; then, in treacherous disregard of his promise to
Jones, he recounted the tale of that disastrous defeat on the
beach at Galveston. When he had finished the story, which he
ingeniously elaborated, Alaire was doubled over her saddle. It was
the first spontaneous laugh she had had for days, and it seemed to
banish her worries magically. Alaire was not of a melancholy
temperament; gaiety was natural to her, and it had required many
heartaches, many disappointments, to darken her blithe spirit.
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