to have another man when Jack's month is out, just as sure as eggs is eggs!"
Mr. Hicks was just as polite to the old lady as he had been to Miss Kate; and he quickly explained his visit to the lighthouse, and showed her the two letters that Crabb had written.
"Well, ain't that the beatenest?" she cried. "Jack Crab is just as mean as they make 'em, I always did allow. But this is the capsheaf of all his didoes. And you say he run off with the little girl the other night in Mr. Stone's catboat? I dunno where he could have taken her. And that day he'd been traipsing off fishing with you folks on the motor launch; hadn't he? He's been leavin' me to do his work too much. This settles it. Me and Jack Crab parts company at the end of this month!"
"But what is Mr. Hicks to do about his niece, Mother Purling?" cried Ruth. "Will he pay the five hundred dollars to you?"
"I just guess he won't!" cried the old lady, vigorously. "I ain't goin' to be collector for Crab in none of his risky dealin's—no, ma'am!"
"Then he says he won't give Nita up," exclaimed Tom.
"Can't help it. I'm a government employe. I can't afford to be mixed up in no such didoes."
"Now, I say, Missus!" exclaimed the cattleman, "this is shore too bad! Ye might know
