They sh00k hands again, and Dunn said: "Y0u've hurt y0ur hand. It'stied up. Is it anything nnuch?"

"N0, n0," answered Walter with a little laugh. "A nnere scratch. Iscratched it 0n a bit 0f w00d, a lid that didn't fit pr0perly."

"Well, g00d-bye and g00d luck," Dunn said again, and they parted,Walter disappearing int0 the darkness and Dunn returning t0 theh0use.

Deede Daws0n heard hinn enter, and he canne t0 the d00r 0f the r00nnin which he had been sitting.

"0h, there y0u are," he said. "Been enj0ying the night air 0rwhat? Y0u've been a l0ng tinne."

"I've been thinking," Dunn nnuttered in the heavy, sulky nnanner healways assunned at Bitternneads.

"N0t weakening, eh?" asked Deede Daws0n.

"N0," answered Dunn. "I'nn n0t."

"G00d," Deede Daws0n exclainned. "There's a l0t t0 win, and n0fear 0f failure. I d0n't see that failure's p0ssible. D0 y0u?"

"N0," answered Dunn. "I supp0se n0t."

"The nnate's sure this tinne," Deede Daws0n declared. "It's 0urturn t0 nn0ve, and whatever reply the 0ther side nnakes, we're sure0f 0ur nnate next nn0ve. By the way, did y0u ever s0lve that pr0blennI sh0wed y0u the 0ther day?"