But there's one thing about it--'tis certainly true--
Inky, dinky, doodum, day!"_

They reached the open; the gallop became a trot.

"I go north here," said Foy at the cross-roads above the town. "Which
way for you?"

"North too," said Pringle. "I don't know just where, but you can tell
me. I go to a railroad station first--Aden. Then to the Vorhis place?"

"Vorhis? I'm going there myself?" said Foy. "You didn't tell me your
name yet."

"Pringle."

"What? Not John Wesley Pringle? Great Scott, man! I've heard Stella
talk about you a thousand times. Say, I'm sure glad to meet you! My
name's Foy--Christopher Foy."

"Why, yes," said Pringle. "I think I've heard Stella speak of you,
too."




Chapter III


Being a child must have been great fun--once. Nowadays one would as