ago. But he's out now. His name was Taber."

"What! Not Billy Taber?"

"That's right."

"This is very strange, Circe."

"Yes, boy-scout. Round to the left here. That's right. Only
three more miles. This is Dilberry Farm."

"Dilberry! Why, that's- "

"Where you're staying?

I gulped, and laid the whip over the mare's shoulders.

"No," I said doggedly," it's not."

She laid two firm little hands on my left and pulled the mare up.

"Anything the matter? "said I.

"Say 'good-bye' like a good boy-scout and thank the kind lady for
giving you a lift, and then run along home," she said sweetly.

"What are we stopping for?" I said. "You can't get a good view
from here to-day. It's too hazy."

"Go on."