``He's everywhere,'' said the Hon. Sam.

``How did he know the mules were
ours?''

``Easy. That boy knows everything.''

``Well, why did he bring them back
and then leave so mysteriously?''

The Hon. Sam silently pointed a finger
at the laughing Blight ahead, and I looked
incredulous.

``Just the same, that's another reason I
told you to warn Marston. He's already
got it in his head that Marston is his
rival.''

``Pshaw!'' I said--for it was too
ridiculous.

``All right,'' said the Hon. Sam placidly.

``Then why doesn't he want to see
her?''
``How do you know he ain't watchin'
her now, for all we know? Mark me,''
he added, ``you won't see him at the
speakin', but I'll bet fruit cake agin