the hill, and he heard the clang of Ormond's hammer. For Ormond was making ripples for the boxes. By his foot the steady snore of the hose drove the Pelton wheel, and the blast of the forge made heat-quivers in the air. He had all a strong man's content in work dear to him, and he wrought the red iron with the undis- tressed power of one who has played no games with constitution or with conscience. The grate of a foot on the shingle caught his ear. Then he dropped the hammer and came for- ward, rubbing his forearm across his wet fore- head.
Randal put aside the frank welcome curtly.
"I've come to ask you more than you'll like to give. Miss Scannell is often up here, isn't she? Do you know when she is coming again?"
Ormond stopped the hose, and the Pelton wheel dribbled to silence. He looked at Ran- dal, remembering Father Denis' words: "If ever Randal comes to you for help, give it. He will not be coming to many."
"Miss Scannell and Kiliat are riding up here this afternoon," he said.
"I want to see her — alone," said Randal. "I want you to arrange for me to see her alone, to-day."
Ormond pushed back his cap and his voice was suddenly stem.
"You must tell me more than that. Why
