"Oh, legal matters; I've got to examine 'em or I can't sell this land." "Father told me not to open the box until ... I found an ... honest man," she said, steadily. Munn glared at her. She had caught him in a lie years ago; she never forgot it. "Where's the key?" he demanded. She was silent. "I'll give you till supper-time to find that key," said Munn, confidently, and walked on towards the house. But before he had fairly emerged from the shadow of the elm he met Lansing face to face, and the young man halted him with a pleasant greeting, asking if he were not the Reverend Doctor Munn. "That's my name," said Munn, briefly. "I was looking for Mr. Sprowl; I thought to meet him here; we were to speak to you about the netting of trout in the river," said Lansing, good-humoredly. Munn regarded him in sulky silence. "It won't do," continued Lansing, smiling; "if you net trout you'll have the wardens after you." "Oh! and I suppose you'll furnish the information," sneered Munn. "I certainly will," replied Lansing. Munn had retraced his steps towards the river. As the men passed before Eileen O'Hara, Lansing raised his cap. She did not return his salute; she looked towards the spot where he and Munn had halted, and her face bore that quaint, listening expression, almost pitifully sweet, as though she were deaf. "Peter, our head-keeper, saw you netting trout in that pool last night," said Lansing. Munn examined the water and muttered that the Bible gave him his authority for that sort of fishing. "He's a fake," thought Lansing, in sudden disgust. Involuntarily he glanced around at the girl under the elm. The beauty of her pale face startled him. Surely innocence looked out of those dark-blue eyes, fixed on him under the shadow of her straw hat. He noted that she also wore the silvery-gray uniform of the elect. He turned his eyes towards the house, where a dozen women, old and young, were sitting out under the tree, sewing and singing peacefully. The burden of their song came sweetly across the pasture; a golden robin, high in the elm's feathery tip, warbled incessant accompaniment to the breeze and the flowing of water and the far song of the women. "We don't mean to annoy you," said Lansing, quietly; "I for one believe that we shall find you and your community the best of courteous neighbors." Munn looked at him with his cunning, amber-yellow eyes and stroked his beard. "What do you want, anyway?" he said. "I'll tell you what I want," said Lansing, sharply; "I want you and your people to observe the game laws." "Keep your shirt on, young man," said Munn, coarsely, and turned on his heel. Before he had taken the second step Lansing laid his hand on his shoulder and spun him around, his grip tightening like a vise. "What y' doing?" snarled Munn, shrinking and squirming, terrified by the violent grasp, the pain of which almost sickened him.