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A group of men in front of Turner's gazed intently down the road, and soon manifested signs of excitement. Dale and his comrade dismounted in front of Widow Cass's cottage. And Dale called as he strode up the little path. Mrs. Cass came out. She was white and shaking, but appeared calm. At sight of her John Beeman drew a sharp breath. "Wal, now " he began, hoarsely, and left off.

"If you want a longer name for Polly, you can call her Polly Marshall," his friend answered, "but as for me I rather like being called the Beeman. We will keep to that title a little longer if you are willing. And now it is high time that I gave some attention to my bees."

"It's better to look up." The sun had just sunk behind the ragged fringe of mountain-rim when those three strong and efficient men of the open had pitched camp and had prepared a bountiful supper. Then Roy Beeman took out the little worn Bible which Helen had given him to use when he married Bo, and as he opened it a light changed his dark face. "Come, Helen an' Dale," he said.

Cicely's children were Ralph and Felix and Barbara Brighton, of all of whom you have heard." "How have they heard, Tom?" asked Cousin Jasper, and the Beeman smiled. "I have been filling up their minds with family history, for I knew that they must understand about this whole affair some day and it would take too long to tell them all the facts at once.

Gordon-Tracy, of Newport, and Freddy Urb, the writer they're all in the party. And the favor I'm asking is that I may have the pleasure of presenting them to you that is, of course, unless you already know them so that I may enjoy the looks on their faces when they find out that you are not Mrs. Beeman Watrous. I know they'll behave as I did. They won't believe it at first. May I?"

"We have to do it," he agreed, "but I think we will go over to the Windy Hill first. I promised Polly's father I would tell him what I saw from the boat. But after that there will be plenty of time and we will go to Anthony Crawford's." "I ought to go alone," Janet said, "for it was I who made the trouble. And shall we tell the Beeman?" "Not until afterward," replied Oliver.

Do you think Roy Beeman would lie?" "But, John you fellows can't see my case. Nell Rayner wants me needs me!... It can't be true!" "Wal, my love-sick pard it jest IS true!" exclaimed John, feelingly. "Thet's the hell of life never knowin'. But here it's joy for you. You can believe Roy Beeman about women as quick as you'd trust him to track your lost hoss. Roy's married three girls.

Then suddenly alive with sheer mad physical gladness, she rushed out. She was just in time to see Roy Beeman stalk out as if he had never been shot, and with a yell greet a big, gray-clad, gray-faced man Dale. "Howdy, Roy! Glad to see you up," said Dale. How the quiet voice steadied Helen! She beheld Bo. Bo, looking the same, except a little pale and disheveled!

Thereupon William Noble and Joseph Beeman, who were old friends of father's, begged the postmaster to "give them the letter, and they would go straight out to Stillwell's with it, have him read it, and then they would come right back with the news." Everybody seconded the request, the postmaster acceded, and handed one of them the letter.

The Beeman was almost as mysterious as the others also; he had certainly managed to evade the question when Oliver had asked his name. "The only one that there isn't a mystery about is Polly," he declared as he came to John Massey's little landing and rounded with a sweep to the boat's mooring. Meanwhile Janet, who had been left to her own devices, had stumbled into an adventure of her own.