ent down to
Cowes in the Isle of Wight and you see the result. There she is, solid
oak and teak, a compound engine, twelve miles an hour, and good, I
think, for any sea, no matter how tempestuous. I won't care now if
there is no railway connection in half my diocese."

The others smiled and Filmer stroked his bushy, black whiskers.
"You're going to be a regular sybarite," he ventured.

"No," chuckled the bishop, "an anchorite." And with that sent his mind
up stream to the rapids and the activity at the works. "I'm interested
to see how much has been done here in what is really so short a time,
only two years. It all seems to me so magnificent in its scope, and,
as for Mr. Clark, who is evidently the center of the thing, one cannot
but admire his incredible energy. I understand we have to thank our
mayor for a good deal of it. Don't you agree with me, Mr. Manson?"

The chief constable, whose bulk had drawn up beside the others, shook
his head gloomily. His face and manner were, in spite of his
surroundings, still austere.

"No, sir, I don't admire Mr. Clark."

"But why?"

"Because, as I see it, he is only squandering the money of people whom
he has hypnotized. He's got no balance, and the only thing he cares
about is to spend--spend--spend."

Filmer smiled meaningly. The bishop glanced at him puzzled, then
turned to Manson.

"Then you're not in any way impressed?"

"Not in the least."

"Well," came the deep, rich voice, "I must confess that I am, not only
by what he spends but also by the undeniable fact that he has filled my
church and your jail. Perhaps they go together," he added with a
contagious grin.

Dibbott looked slightly shocked, but the bishop went on after an
eloquent glance at Filmer.

"I found much that was admirable up there. It's true that we don't see
eye to eye in certain things that appear all important to me, but
perhaps also that was to be expected. Now will you excuse me a moment?
I see two friends out by the roadside who haven't on their party
clothes."

His gaitered legs struck off across the lawn and Filmer's glance
followed the powerful figure as it halted at the fence beside two
Indians who waited irresolutely while their dark eyes explored the
animated scene. The bishop, seemingly forgetful of all else, entered
into an earnest conversation, during which a copper colored palm was
held out to him, and in the palm the group could see something small
and round that