know almost everybody who lives about here."

"I am glad he doesn't live here."

"He will probably push on his way and not come this way again during
the summer."

"I hope you are right. He might try to revenge himself on you for
tripping him up."

"I don't think he saw me to recognize me. He was so drunk that he
didn't know what he was about. When he gets over his intoxication he
probably won't remember anything that has happened."

By this time they had reached the gate of the farmhouse where Carrie
was boarding, and Grant prepared to leave her.

"I think you are safe now," he said.

"Oh, but I shan't let you go yet," said the girl. "You must come in
and see mother."

Grant hesitated, but he felt that he should like to meet the mother
of a young lady who seemed to him so attractive, and he allowed
himself to be led into the yard. Mrs. Clifton was sitting in a
rustic chair under a tree behind the house. There Grant and his
companion found her. Carrie poured forth her story impetuously, and
then drawing Grant forward, indicated him as her rescuer.

Her mother listened with natural alarm, shuddering at the peril from