about and going straight home. But not so Old Tilly.

"I guess! No, sir; we'll go right ahead and have our holiday out. It's
great fun cruising round like this!"

"But your hand, Old Tilly--the doctor said--"

"To keep it quiet. He didn't say to sit down in a rocking-chair and
sing it to sleep. I guess if I can't ride a wheel with one hand, my
name isn't Nathan Eddy!"

"It isn't'" laughed Kent. "It's Old Tilly Eddy!"

But in the middle of the night a ghost appeared suddenly over Old Tilly.
The pale moonlight introduced it timidly as Jot, in his white shirt. He
sat down on the bed.

"I'm going home," he announced in a whisper. "You other fellows can do
as you like. Of course you can ride all right with one hand, if you're
bound to. But I sha'n't ride with three hands any further from home!
I'm going home! I--I feel as if I must!"

Old Tilly sat up in bed. "You sick, Jotham Eddy?" he cried.

"No--o, not sick--not reg'lar built! But I tell you I'm going home.
It's no use saying anything--I've said it." "I believe you're sick;
you're keeping something back, Jot."

"Well, what if I am? Didn't you keep something back yourself, till you
fainted away doing it? I'm going--you and Kentie needn't, of course. I