p to the
enjoyment of the moment. Some day he would have a car of his own just
like this, with a chauffeur to look after it.

"You must be happy, Mister," he at length remarked.

"Happy!" Randall roused from his reverie with a start, and
straightened himself up with a jerk. "What makes you think I'm happy?"

"'Cause you've plenty of money, an' own a car like this."

Randall laughed outright, although there was no mirth in his laughter.

"And so you think money makes a man happy, eh?'"

"It should. Why, ye kin buy what ye like."

"Look here, boy," and Randall's voice became more gentle than Eben had
ever heard it. "Money won't buy happiness. It will provide one with
many things, I acknowledge. But it won't buy the great things of life,
and that is where it fails a man in his time of need. Do you think I
am happy?"

"No, I guess yer not, sir, from what I've seen of ye."

"You're right, boy, you're right. I'm not happy, and I have money.
But, there, why am I talking this way to you?"

"Mebbe, I know," Eben replied. "Yer thinkin' of yer daughter, an' what
she's done. Isn't that it?"

"It is. How can a man be happy when his only daughter has run away
from home?"

"An' why did she run away, sir?"

"Why? Why?" Randall paused, and stared straight before him.

There was no more time to continue the conversation, for they were now
almost at Grimsby's house whither Eben was bound. He asked the driver
to pull up and let him out. The car soon stopped in front of the
place, and Eben opened the door and stepped out.

"Thank ye, sir, fer the drive," he said.

"Oh, that's all right," Randall replied. "And you feel quite sure that
my daughter is on Island Lake?"

"I wouldn't be a bit surprised. Where else would John take her?"

"It is reasonable and worth looking into, anyway. And say, there's a
boat out there, isn't there?"

"Yes, John has a good one."

"But suppose it's on the island if I should want it?"

"Oh, jist holler, an' if he doesn't know who ye are, he'll row over fer
you. But most likely John will come back in the mornin', so he'll have
to bring the boat over. Ye see, he'll have to go home to look after
the stock. If ye happen to be around the lake when he's home, most
likely ye'll be able to git the boat."

"A good idea," Randall replied. He then spoke to the chauffeur, and in
another instant the car was away.

Eben stood for a few minutes staring through the darkness down