favor. Audacious criminals of his type are close calculators."
"Where could he have meant to go, with Gerald, too?" inquired Saxton.
"He knew what he was about. I fancy he expected to rejoin those fellows first, at the mill they tell us of. Beyond that I can't judge. He believed he had enough time, and that all was going right."
"O, he's a wonder, and no mistake!" exclaimed Philip.
"Not at all," returned Mr. Saxton. "He is just exactly his sort of rascal, as Hilliard told you. But his race is run, I fancy, especially since Knoxport and Chantico are no longer resorts for him. Let us hope another scamp is to be shut away from New York and elsewhere for some years of his life, at least, by what I heard of this Wheelwright affair." He was silent a moment, reflecting on Jennison and Gerald. Then looking up at Philip, with an expression in his eyes and voice that is not easily described, he said, "Touchtone, I can't say now—any more than I have been able to say it before—what I feel about you—how I thank you! Gerald's coming back has saved my happiness,
