Well, I-- Eh, what is it, Jed ?" If any one had been watching Jed particularly during the recent few minutes they might have observed in his face the dawning of an idea and the changing of that idea into a set purpose.

The idea seemed to dawn the moment after he saw Captain Hunniwell coming up the walk.

It had become a purpose by the time the captain rattled the latch.

While Captain Sam and the major were speaking he had hastened to the old desk standing by the wall and was rummaging in one of the drawers.

Now he came forward.
"Sam--" he began, but broke off to address Mr.Babbitt, who was striding toward the door.