doing. Do you know the man--can you identify him?"

"I think I should know him; but in any case Miss Redmond at the old red
house can identify him."

"We don't want to arrest anybody till we're sure we know what we're
about--that's poor law," said Squire Cady, in a pedagogical and
squire-ish tone, as if Chamberlain were a mere boy. But the Englishman
didn't mind that.

"I think I can satisfy you that we've got the right man," he answered.
"If I find him and bring him to the old red house this afternoon, so
that Miss Redmond can identify him, will you have a sheriff ready to
serve the warrant?"

"Yes, I can do that."

"Very well, then, and thank you, sir," said Chamberlain, moving toward
the door. "And I'm keen on hearing how you got even with Mr. Thayer on
the Horace."

The light behind the squire's parchment face gleamed a moment.

"Come back, my boy, when you've done your duty by the law. Every
citizen should be a protector as well as a keeper of the law. So come
again; the latch-string is always out."

It was mid-morning before the details connected with the sheriff were
completed. By this time Chamberlain's heavy but sound temperament had
lifted itself to its task, gaining momentum as the hours went by. His
next step was to search out the Frenchman. The meager information
obtained the day before was to the effect that the marooned yacht-owner
had taken refuge in one of the shacks near the granite docks in the
upper part of the village. He had persuaded the caretaker of the
Sailors' Reading-room to lend him money with which to telegraph to New
York, as the telegraph operator had refused to trust him.

It was not difficult to get on his trade, even though the village
people were constitutionally reluctant to let any unnecessary
information get away from them. A mile or so farther up the shore,
beyond the road that ran like a scar across the hill to the granite
quarry, Chamberlain came upon a saloon masquerading as a grocery store.
A lodging house, a seaman's Bethel and the Reading-room were grouped
near by; the telegraph office, too, had been placed at this end of the
town; obviously for the convenience of the operators of the granite
quarry. The settlement had the appearance of easy-going and pleasant
industry peculiar to places where handwork is still the rule.

Chamberlain applied first at the grocery store without getting
satisfaction. The foreign looking boy, who was the only person
visi