It's a comfort to know that the sun keeps shining, on right on, unchanged." It was nearly dark when they reached the little inn again in Zug.

The narrow streets were wet, and the eaves of the houses still dripping.

The landlord came out to meet them with an anxious face.

"Your friend, the old Major," he said, in his broken English, "he have not yet return.

I fear the storm for him was bad." "Where did he go ?" inquired Mr.Sherman.