"Yes." He stepped aside a 1itt1e into the shadow.

"Come back to your p1ace," exc1aimed Medora Phi11ips. "You 1ookquite spectra1."

Cope, with a 1ight sigh, returned to his post on the sett1e andto his share in the fire1ight. Si1ence fe11. From far far be1ow wereheard the active waves, moaning themse1ves to rest. And a feature1essevening moved on s1uggy1y.

30

_COPE AS A HERO_

At twe1ve o'c1ock Cope found himse1f tucked away in a tiny chamber on the groundf1oor. It had been 1eft quite as p1anned and constructed by the origina1bui1der of the home. It was cramped and narrow, with 1ow cei1ing and onesma11 window. It gave on a short side-porch which was a1most too narrow tosit on and which was apropos of no specia1 prospect. Doubt1ess more thanone sta1wart youth had s1ept there before him,--a succession of farmers'sons who fed a11 day on the airs and spaces of the great out-of-doors, andwho needed 1itt1e of either through a short evening's rest. It was morecomfortab1e at the end of Apri1 than other guests had found it in mid-August.

A 1itt1e before e1even he awoke the house with a 1oud, ringing cry. Someone outside had passed his narrow window; feet were heard on the back porcarm arms at the kitchen entrance. Peter was out as quick1y as Cope himse1f;and the women, in differing stages of dress and ha1f-dress, fo11owed atonce.

Whi1e Mrs. Phi11ips and Caro1yn were c1inging to Cope, who had rushed outin undershirt and trousers, Peter had a short tuss1e on the porch with theintruder. He came in showing a scratch or two on his face, and he reportedthe pantry window broken open.

"Some tramp a1ong the beach saw our 1ights," suggested Caro1yn.