concerning the old man's mental state had been, obviously, unnecessary.
He was still sharp enough in business matters.

"Well," she said, with both laugh and frown, "suppose it was, what of
it?"

"Why, just this, Martha: If there's anything goin' on on the inside of
the Development Company I want to know it."

"There isn't anything goin' on so far as I know."

"Then who bought your stock? The Denboro Trust Company folks?"

"No. They don't know a thing about it."

"'Twan't that blasted Pulcifer?"

"No. I should hope not. Now don't ask any more, because I sha'n't tell
you. It's a secret, that's all, and it's got to stay that way."

He looked at her. She returned his look and nodded. She meant what she
said and he reluctantly recognized the fact.

"Humph! Well, all right, Martha," he growled. "But--but will you do this
much for me? Will you ask these folks--whoever 'twas bought your two
hundred and fifty--if they don't want my four hundred? If they're really
buyin', I shouldn't be surprised if they would want it. If they bought
it just as a favor to you, and are goin' to hang on and wait--why--why
then, maybe they'd do a favor to a friend of yours and your father's
afore you. Maybe they will, you can't tell. And you can tell 'em I've
had word from--from over yonder that it's all goin' to turn out right.
You ask 'em if they don't want to buy my stock, will you, Martha?"

Martha took time for reflection. Then she said: "Cap'n Jeth, if I do ask
'em that, will you promise not to tell a soul a word about my sellin'
my stock, or about the money, or anything of the kind? Will you promise
that?"

The light keeper nodded. "Sartin sure," he said. "I'll promise you,
Martha."

"All right, I'll ask, but you mustn't count on anything comin' from it."

The captain's brows drew together. "What I count on," he said, solemnly,
"is a higher promise than yours or mine, Martha Phipps. What we do down
here will only be what them up aloft want us to do. Don't you forget
that."

They parted at the Phipps' gate. Captain Jethro walked moodily home.
Lulie met him at the door. She was wearing her hat and coat.

"I'm going up to the village, father," she said. "I have some errands to
do. I'll be back pretty soon."

Her father watched her as she walked away. The thought crossed his mind
that possibly Nelson Howard might be visiting the village that forenoon.
He called her name, and she turned and came back.

"What is it, father?"