CHAPTER XVIII

TAKING CHANCES “Well met!” Drew cried gayly, while Margy stared at him in surprise. Then, indicating the seat beside her: “Have you any very strenuous objections to my sitting here for awhile?” “Of course not!” replied Margy, with a smile, recovering. She moved over, making a place for him. “May I ask, without seeking to pry into your private affairs, how you happen to be sitting here in this train at such an hour?” “I don’t wonder you are surprised,” said Drew, chuckling. “I feel rather strange myself—going off on…