FORE:Dick, recalling a wide, spacious cement-floored parking space at a nearby bathing resort, had suggested setting down there. As he read the note Jeff shook his head.The general of romance is a dashing creature, who wears gold lace and has stars upon his shoulder straps, and rides a fiery charger at the head of his troops. He always sits upon the charger, a field-glass in his hand and waiting aides upon every side, or flourishes a sword as he plunges into the thick of the battle smoke.
FORE:"Is that Captain Landor's camp?"