Jan-an sunk her face deeper into the cup of her hands--this pressed her features up and made her look laughably ugly. She was not taking much heed of the man near by; she was seeking to collect all the shreds of evidence she had gathered from listening, in her rapt, tense way, and making some definite case for, or against, the stranger who, Aunt Polly had assured her, was "good and proper." "Now, everything was running on same as common," Jan-an muttered--"same as common. Then that old ha'nt bell took to ringing, like all possessed. I just naturally thought 'bout you dropping out of a clear sky and asking us the way to the inn when it was plain as the nose on yer face how yer should go. What do you suppose folks paint sign-boards for, eh?" The twisted ideas sprang into a question. "That's one on me, Jan-an!" Northrup laughed. "I was afraid I'd be found out." "Can't yer read?" Jan-an could not utterly distrust this person who was puzzling her. "Yes, I can read and write, Jan-an." "Then what in tarnation made yer plump in that way?" "The Lord knows, Jan-an!" Almost the tone was reverent. "Then _he_ came ructioning in--Larry, I mean. An' everything is different from what it was. Just like a bubbling pot"--poor Jan-an grew picturesque--"with the top wobbling. I wish"--she turned pleading eyes on Northrup--"I wish ter God you'd clear out." For a moment Northrup felt again the weakening desire to follow this advice, but, as he thought on, his chin set in a fixed way that meant that he was not going to move on, but stay where he was. He meant, also, to get what he could from this strange creature who had sought him out. He convinced himself that it was legitimate, and since he meant to get at the bottom of what was going on, he must use what came to hand. "So Larry has come back?" he asked indifferently. Then: "I've caught sight of him from a distance. Good-looking fellow, this Larry of yours, Jan-an." "He ain't mine. If he was----" Jan-an looked mutinous and Northrup laughed. "See here, you!" The girl was irritated by the laugh. "Larry, he thinks that Mary-Clare has set eyes on yer before yer came that day. Larry is making ructions, and folks are talking." "Well, that's ridiculous." Northrup found his heart beating a bit quicker. "I know it is, but Maclin can make Larry think anything. Honest to God, yer ain't siding 'long of Maclin?" "Honest to God, Jan-an, I'm not." "Then why did yer stumble in on us that way?" "I don't know, Jan-an. That's honest to God, too!" "Then if nothing is mattering ter yer, and one place is as good as another, why don't you go along?" Northrup gave this due consideration. He was preparing to answer something in his own mind. The dull-faced girl was having a peculiar effect upon him. He was getting excited. "Well, Jan-an," he said at last, "it's this way. Things _are_ mattering. Mattering like thunder! And one place isn't as good as another; this place is the only place on the map just now--catch on?"