there's no temperature. Believe me, your imaginative friend
will manage to survive this affair. Everything is settled. Brother Bates
will stay and see the school-teacher, and arrange with him about the
mule-litter for Channing. He will go down with you himself, and see you
safely into the train. Sorry I can't, but I'm expected on the other side
of the mountain this morning for a 'buryin,' and as the deceased has
been awaiting the occasion for several months--underground, I trust,--I
don't like to postpone it any longer."

"Won't you even wait till we start?" she asked forlornly.

"I can't. Sorry not to see that school-teacher, too. He has gone off
somewhere on an errand, the old woman in charge here says. Doesn't know
when he will be back. I must be off."

"Aren't you going to say good-by to Mr. Channing?"

"I have already said good-by, and other things, to Mr. Channing," said
Philip, grimly. "_Au revoir_, little girl."

He rode up the trail at a lope, passing as he went a group of laurel
bushes, behind which, had he looked more closely, he might have detected
the crouching figure of a man, who watched him wistfully out of sight.
The teacher's errand had not taken him far.

When Philip stopped at the schoolhouse again that evening on his return
from the "buryin'," he found it deserted. There was a sign on the door.
"School closed for a week. Gone fishing."

"A casual sort of school-teacher, this," said Philip, disappointed. "A
regular gadabout! I'm afraid I shan't see him at all. What did you say
his name was?"

The man Anse, who was his companion, eyed Philip impassively. "Dunno as
I said. Dunno as I ever heerd tell. We calls him 'Teacher' hereabouts."

"Do you mean to say you've never _asked_ his name?" demanded Philip.

"Folks hereabouts ain't much on axin' questions," remarked Anse. "'T
ain't allus healthy, Preacher."

Philip felt oddly rebuked.

CHAPTER XXX

As if Philip's wish had materialized her, it was Jemima herself who met
Jacqueline and Channing at the Storm station late that night; Jemima,
fully equipped for the occasion, ambulance and all, brisk and important
and even sympathetic in a professional sort of way.

Jacqueline hailed her with mingled feelings of relief and sisterly
pleasure, complicated with certain misgivings as to her future freedom.

"Why, Jemmy! I thought you were going to stay with that Mrs. Lawton at
least three weeks."

"Lucky I didn't," remarked her sister suc