But the rider waved him off, and, turning sternly to Clarence, said:-- "What's the matter now ?" "Nothing," said Clarence, striving to keep back the hot tears that rose in his eyes.

"But you were going away without saying 'good-by.' You've been very kind to me, and--and--I want to thank you!" A deep flush crossed Flynn's face.

Then glancing suspiciously towards the corridor, he said hurriedly,-- "Did HE send you ?" "No, I came myself.

I heard you going." "All right.

Good-by." He leaned forward as if about to take Clarence's outstretched hand, checked himself suddenly with a grim smile, and taking from his pocket a gold coin handed it to the boy.
Clarence took it, tossed it with a proud gesture to the waiting peon, who caught it thankfully, drew back a step from Flynn, and saying, with white cheeks, "I only wanted to say good-by," dropped his hot eyes to the ground.