"Oh, will you?" and the woman's face lighted up with joy. "Don't tell
him that I sent you."

"No, I won't. But the key, where is it? If it's down your neck, I'll
go out of the room until you find it."

"And 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