The eight guards, each of
whom carried a brown leather box, like a motion-picture camera, took
up unobtrusive positions near at hand. These cases, however, were
not used for taking photographs; Billie thought them more like some
kind of condensed rapid-fire guns.
Before Powart got within ear-shot, Mona leaned toward Fort. "This is
my fiance," she said with an evident effort; and when she
straightened up her hands were trembling.
Fort took it astonishingly well. He concealed any hint of his
feelings as the chairman was introduced. Powart gave him a single
penetrating glance, then advanced in his sure, self-confident way,
and took both the girl's hands in his own. She remained in her seat.
"I am very glad to see you looking so well. Do you feel fully
recovered, Mona?"
"Yes, thank you," coolly. "Or perhaps I should say, thanks to Mr.
Fort, here."
Powart turned his keen gray eyes upon the athlete. "If there is any
way I can show you how much I appreciate this--"
Fort waved his hand jauntily.
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