"Here, Roger," he cried, as he dragged the child away from the brink, "don't fall in there, or you won't be the full-back at Yale in 1907, as you have planned.

I'm sure I don't know how to answer you, Miss Worcester.

I've inquired of innumerable literary men, and none of 'em know.

I may say I have chased that problem for years.

I might give you my personal history, and see if that would throw any light on the subject." He looked about him with chin high until his glance had noted the two vague figures at the top of the cliff.