take a
lot to knock him into shape. Try this," and she delved among her stores,
and found him an ointment of her own compounding which took some of the
soreness out of his bruises.

But black eyes and swollen noses are impertinently obtrusive and
disdainful of disguise, and the captain's battle-flags provoked no
little jocosity among his men that morning.

"Run up against su'then, cap'n?" asked John Hamon the engineer, who was
one of the few who sided with him.

"Yes, against a drunken fist in the dark. When it's sober I'm going to
give it a lesson in manners."

"Drunken fisses is hard to teach. You'll have your hands full, cap'n."

It seemed an unusually long morning, but dinner-time came at last and he
hastened across to the farm, eager for the first sight of the sweet shy
face hiding in the big sun-bonnet.

Quite contrary to his expectations Nance came hurrying to meet him. She
had evidently been on the watch for him. Still more to his surprise, her
face, instead of that look of shy reserve which he had been prepared
for, was full of anxious questioning. The large dark eyes were full of
something he had never seen in them before.

"Why--Nance--dear! What is the matter?" he asked quickly.

"Did you meet Tom again last night? Oh," at nearer sight of his bruised
face, "you did, you did!"

"Yes, dear, I did. Or rather he met me--as you see."

"Did you fight with him?" she panted.

"He was too drunk to fight. He ran at me and gave me this, and my first
inclination was to give him a sound thrashing. Then I saw it would be no
good, in the condition he was in, so I just kept him at arm's length
till he tired of it. He went off at last, and I was so afraid he might
tumble off the Coupee that I followed him, and he hurled rocks at me
whenever he came to a stand. But he got across all right, and I went
back and went to bed. Now, what's all the trouble about?"

"He never came home," she jerked, with a catch in her voice which
thought only of Tom had never put there.

"Never came home?"

"And they're all out looking for him."

"I wonder if he went back to Peter Mauger's.... If he tried to cross
that Coupee again--in the condition he was in--"

"He didn't go back to Peter's. Julie went there first of all to ask."

"Good Lord, what can have become of him?"

The answer came unexpectedly round the corner of the house--Julie
Hamon, in a state of utmost dishevelment and agitation, which turned
instantly to venom