I'd just as soon get home early and wrastle with the figures on that Williams movin' job." They left the depot, locked and dark, passed the "general store," where Mr.Higgins was putting out his lights prior to adjournment to the "club" overhead, walked up Main Street to Cross Street, turned and began climbing the hill.

Simeon spoke several times but his friend did not answer.

A sudden change had come over him.

The good spirits with which he told of his adventure with Williams and which had remained during Phinney's stay at the depot, were gone, apparently.

His face, in the moonlight, was grave and he strode on, his hands in his pockets.
At the crest of the hill he stopped.
"Good-night, Sim," he said, shortly, and, turning, walked off.
The building mover gazed after him in surprise.