mind, and with it a train of
thoughts which excited him more than was his wont. He looked at David
and then at the artist, and for a moment he closed his eyes as memories
drifted upon him. What was this man doing here? he asked himself. He
longed to question Bramshaw, but desisted, determined to await future
developments. Nevertheless, he was very quiet during the rest of the
day, which made his wife and Betty think that he was not well.

"You are not sick, are you?" Mrs. Peterson asked.

"Not at all," was the reply. "I am only thinking."

"Maybe he's got something in his head just like Mr. David," Betty
suggested.

"Maybe I have, girl," the captain laughed. "But I'm afraid the thing
that I've got won't make as much money as his. Where is Mr. David now?"

"He's with that artist over there, watching him sketch this house. He
likes the man, for he talks to him so much about the falls. I don't
like him; his face frightens me."

The captain made no reply to these words but gazed meditatively out
over the fields long after Mrs. Peterson and Betty had left him. He
was trying to piece together a number of fragmentary incidents which
were revolving in his mind, and to ascertain how they were related.

"I'm sure 'twas on that trip," he muttered, "But darn it all, why can't
I remember what he said. He was always talking and boasting about one
thing and another. Hello, by jingo, I've got it!" and the captain gave
such a whoop that both Mrs. Peterson and Betty came running from the
kitchen to see what was the matter.

"It's nothing," the captain growled, disgusted with himself for
attracting attention when he wanted to be alone, "I was just thinking,
that's all. Can't a man whoop when he wants to without everybody
rushing around him like mad?"

"It all depends on what kind of a whoop it is, Robert," his wife
replied. "We couldn't tell whether you had gone out of your mind or
had fallen off the verandah."

"It's that thing in his brain which did it, Mrs. Peterson," Betty
explained. "Mr. David acted queer sometimes, though he never hollered
out. It must be something great, Captain," she added, "which made you
yelp like that."

"It certainly was, girl," and the captain smiled. "I feel better now,
though, so you women needn't worry about me."

The next morning David told Betty that he had made up his mind to visit
the falls. He said that he wished to see for himself the wonderful
changes which had been