"Did it, indeed?" said Leslie drolly. "You're just bursting with

sagacity now, aren't you? And your Sherlock-Holmes intellect is

seething with conjecture. The lover's soul is far above the sordid

earthly considerations which interest us ordinary mortals, but I'll bet

a hat you are wondering how it comes that a Boston girl is out here

without any more restraint on her actions than a careless brother who

doesn't bother himself, and why she's out here at all, and a few things

like that. 'Fess up."

"Well," acknowledged Bennington a trifle reluctantly, "of course it is

a little out of the ordinary, but then it's all right, somehow, I'll

swear."

"All right! Of course it's all right! They haven't any father or

mother, you know, and they are independent of action, as you've no

doubt noticed. Bill kept house for Jim for some time--and they used to

keep a great house, I tell you," said James, smacking his lips in

recollection. "Bert and I used to visit there a good deal. That's why

they call me Jeems--to distinguish me from Jim. Then Jim got tired of

doing nothing--they possess everlasting rocks--you know their lamented

dad was a sort of amateur Croesus--and he decided to monkey with mines.

Bert and I were here one summer, so Bill and Jim just pulled up stakes

and came along too. They have been here ever since. They're both true

sports and like the life, and all that; and, besides, Jim has kept busy

monkeying with mining speculation. They're the salt of the earth, that

pair, if they do worry poor old Boston to death with their ways of

doing things. That's one reason I like 'em so much. Society has fits

over their doings, but it can't get along without them."

"The Fays are a pretty good family, aren't they?" inquired Bennington.

He was irresistibly impelled to ask this question.

"Best going. Mayflower, William the Conqueror, and all that rot. You

must know of the Boston Fays."

"I do. That is, I've heard of them; but I didn't know whether they were

the same."

Jeems perceived that the topic interested the young fellow, so he

descanted at length concerning the Fays, their belongings, and their

doings. Time passed rapidly. Bennington was surprised to see Jim coming

down to them through the afterglow of sunset announcing vociferously

that the meal was at last prepared.

"I've fed the old lady," he announced, "and unlocked her. She doesn't

know what's up anyway. She just sits there like a graven image, scared

to death. She doesn't know a relocation from a telegraph pole. I told

her to get a move on her and fix us up some bunks, and I guess she's

at it now."

They consulted as to the best means of guarding the prisoners. It was

finally agreed that Leslie should stand sentinel until the others had

finished supper.




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