We came in here to rest and sleep." Simeon Holly's unrelenting gaze left the boy's face and swept that of the man lying back on the hay.

The next instant he lowered the lantern and leaned nearer, putting forth a cautious hand.

At once he straightened himself, muttering a brusque word under his breath.

Then he turned with the angry question:-- "Boy, what do you mean by playing a jig on your fiddle at such a time as this ?" "Why, father asked me to play" returned the boy cheerily.

"He said he could walk through green forests then, with the ripple of brooks in his ears, and that the birds and the squirrels--" "See here, boy, who are you ?" cut in Simeon Holly sternly.