R room, I presume likely." "Oh, is she? Well, she'll be down in a jiffy. If she ain't I'll go up and give her a surprise." "I'll call her, if you give me a chance." "No, no, you needn't. No 'special hurry. She's waited for three years; cal'late ten minutes more won't hurt neither of us. Had your supper yet?" Daniel smiled grimly. "Not yet," he replied. "Then she'll be down to get it, of course. I shan't stop her; I'm empty as a rum bottle four days out of port. You folks eat late, don't you?" "Sometimes." "I should think so. What's Zuby doin' up in her room this time of night?" "She said she was goin' to change her clothes." "Oh, yes, yes; I see. Well, 'twon't take her long. If I went up I'd only hold her back, and I want my supper. Let's have a smoke, Dan, while we're waitin'." He patted one pocket after the other and finally located a chunky, battered pipe, which he proceeded to fill with shavings from a black plug. Daniel watched him. A new idea was dawning in his mind, an idea which seemed to afford him some pleasurable anticipation. Mr. Ginn looked up from his tobacco shaving. "Now, tell me about all this money of yours," he commanded. "I didn't hear nothin' else at Trumet; that and your wife's gettin' to be commodore of some woman's lodge or other was all they talked about. Hey? Why, where's your pipe? Ain't you goin' to smoke? I've got plenty terbacker." Daniel looked dubious. "I guess not, Labe," he said. "Zuba--well, the fact is, Zuba doesn't like people to smoke in her kitchen." Laban's face expressed astonishment. "She don't!" he cried. "She don't? How long since?" "Oh, almost ever since she came here. It is one of her new ways." "'Tis, hey? Well, I like the old ones better, myself. Never you mind her ways; trot out your pipe and light up. I--" He was interrupted by his companion, who made a flying jump toward the stove. The teakettle was boiling over