with the two down on the shore, and his eyes glowed
with a fierce light. He was no match for John in an open fight, he was
well aware, so he must use other means.

As he listened to Randall, and watched his every movement, the idea
flashed into his mind that this was the man to deal with John Hampton.
He longed to see the two together, and, unobserved, watch the
encounter. What fun it would be, and how great the satisfaction to
witness the defeat of his rival! That they would fight if they met, he
had not the slightest doubt, for to his mode of thinking that was the
only way to settle such a dispute.

When Randall at length left the house, Eben slipped quietly and quickly
out after him. He was by the side of the car just as the owner was
taking his seat and giving orders to the chauffeur. Randall saw the
dim figure loom up by his side, and demanded who he was and what he
wanted.

"It's only me," Eben explained.

"And who's me?" was the curt query.

"Eben, the captain's son."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want a drive down the road. Will ye take me?"

"No, I can't. I'm in a hurry. Get away from the car. I don't want to
be bothered with anyone."

He spoke to the chauffeur, and at once the engine began to hum. But
Eben was not to be thus defeated. He jumped upon the running board,
and thrust his head into the car, almost into Randall's face.

"Ye'll take me if I tell ye where yer daughter is, won't ye?" he roared.

"Do you know?" Randall shouted.

"Y'bet I do."

"All right, then, get in," and Randall pushed open the door.

In a twinkling Eben was by his side, the door was slammed to, and the
car was purring on its way.

"Well, where is my daughter?" Randall asked.

"I believe she's on Island Lake. D'ye know where that is?"

"No, I don't. Where in the devil is it?"

"Back in the hills. The Hamptons have a cabin there on an island.
Their coal mine is on the shore on the other side."

"Oh, I know. I've fished in that lake, though I haven't been there for
several years. What makes you think my daughter's there, boy?"

"Guess it's about the only place John 'ud take her. He's mighty fond
of that cabin, an' would live there all the time if he could. Most
likely Mrs. Hampton's gone along, too."

Randall made no reply, but sat lost in thought. Eben enjoyed the
drive. It was no nice to roll smoothly along in the big, luxurious
car. He nestled back in the easy seat, and gave himself u