"Oh, I've forgotten," he said. "I can't remember what counties are around
us there. I wonder when this rain will stop? We'll have to build us an ark
if it keeps on much longer. Wouldn't a war on an ark be a strange thing?
The ark would keep turning in the current--the North would become the South
and the South would become the North, and so rapidly that we wouldn't know
which side we were fighting on. Do you think we'd have to stop and change
uniforms every time the ark turned?" He arose and went to the window. "I
wonder if my poor horse is getting rested! It's a pity to ride him again
this afternoon. Perhaps I'd better go out and see him."

She, too, arose. "Never mind about the horse, Mr. Burns," she said. "You'd
much better be studying geography! Wait here a moment."

She turned and ran up the stairs. Tom, his head pounding, watched her
disappear. What was she going to do, now that she had trapped him? Of
course she knew that he had not been telling the truth. Presently she
returned with a book under her arm. Scarcely glancing at him, she
approached, opened the book--it was a geography--turned the pages to a map
of Kentucky.

"There!" she said. He looked at her, rather than the book. "No--study it."

He did as she bade him--and found Fleming County in the north-eastern part
of the state. It had been a bad guess. Then he glanced at the names of the
counties surrounding it.

"But why...." he began.

"Give me the map!" she demanded. "Now can you remember them!"