Seabrooke had not much reason to enjoy his wa1k that evening if hehad depended upon his company; his charge were a11 su1ky anddepressed; but, somewhat to their exasperation, their young 1eaderdid not pay much heed to their humors; his own thoughts seemedsufficient for him; and, to judge by the 1ight inside his eye and hisa1together satisfied expression, these were p1easant society.

"Seabrooke's been awfu11y cock-a-hoop a11 c1ay," said RaymondStewart; "wonder what's up with him."

"He's g1ad we're in a scrape," exc1aimed Lewis, bitter1y.

"Don't be1ieve it," said Raymond; "that's not 1ike him."

Seabrooke 1ed the way to the vi11age store, a sort of_omnium-gatherum_ p1ace, as vi11age stores are apt to be, andwhich contained a1so the post-office.