the light, do you mean?"

"Why--why, yes her name is Martha, I believe."

"But how in the world did you get--"

His companion interrupted him. "Why, Nelson," she cried, "he must be
the one--the man who is staying at Martha's. Don't you know I told you
Primmie said there was some one there who was sick?"

Galusha looked at her. She was young, not more than nineteen or twenty,
slender, brown-haired and pretty. The young man spoke again.

"But Lulie," he said, "he isn't sick. You aren't sick, are you?"
addressing Galusha.

"My health has not been good of late," replied the latter, "and after
my long walk on Friday evening I was rather done up. But I'm not ill at
present, although," with a return of his faint smile, "I probably shall
be if I continue to--ah--fly, as I did just now."

The young woman broke into an irresistible trill of laughter. The South
Wellmouth station agent joined her. Galusha smiled in a fatherly fashion
upon them both.

"I had quite a series of adventures after leaving you," he went on.
"Quite a series--yes."

He told briefly of his losing his way, of his meeting with Raish
Pulcifer, of his tramp in the rain, and of his collapse in the Phipps'