you will hurry, Rod?"

"Yes, yes, but----"

"And you think you can find him?"

"I'll try if you'll give me the key, Miss Arabella. But if you keep me
waiting any longer I won't go one step."

"Well, it's on that shelf over there. Take it, and hurry."

Rod wasted no time. He sprang for the key, seized it, and darted out
of the room. Over the field he sped as fast as his nimble feet would
carry him, and never paused until he had handed it to the anxiously
waiting clergyman.

Having performed this task, Rod turned his attention to Miss Arabella's
"man." The wedding was of little interest to him, so he strolled down
the road with not the least idea how he was going to bring back that
man with the "splendid blue eyes." With hands thrust deep into his
pockets he walked along whistling a merry tune. His mind was really
upon Whyn, and the book he had left at the Anchorage. He would much
rather have gone back there, but he knew that he must do his duty to
the love-sick woman first.

He had not gone very far ere he saw a man coming toward him, leading a
horse, which he knew to be the one which had run away. He recognised
the man, and he was overjoyed at seeing him.

"Hello! Have you come to give a hand?" the man accosted as he drew
near.

"Yes, sir. I was looking for you," Rod replied, as he walked along by
the man's side.

"Thought I had run away with the horse, did you? Well, we had a hard
chase, but found her at last, with the wagon all smashed to bits. We
tried to lead the horse behind the car, but couldn't get her anywhere
near it, so I had to foot it the whole way."

"Miss Arabella will be glad to see you, sir."

"Will she, eh? I suppose there'll be the Old Harry to pay. You said
something about her tongue, didn't you? I expect to know more of it
shortly."

"Oh, she won't scold you, sir. She thinks a lot of you."

"Of me?"

"Yes, sir. She thinks you are great. I really believe she is in love
with you, that's all."

"Whew!" and the man whistled softly, while an amused light shone in his
eyes. "Did she send you after me?" he inquired.

"I promised, sir, that I wouldn't tell."

"Oh, I see," and the man relapsed into silence. A picture of Miss
Arabella's angular figure, thin face, and long sharp nose rose before
him. And to think that she was in love with him! It was almost too
good to be true, and he longed to laugh outright. What a story he
would have to relate when he got home