And now, having eaten not very heartily of Mrs. Lyle’s supper, he stared contentedly at the single globe that partially illumined the room and thought. Gee! there was plenty to think of! The game with its glorious outcome, the cheering afterward, the Major’s painful hand-clasp and his brief, “Nice work, Locke!” The trainer’s scolding as he ministered to the sprained ankle, the walk home, his arms around the shoulders of his companions and that silly-looking foot swaying back and forth. Yes, and of Mr. Benjy timorously appearing to inquire as to his comfort, and Mrs. Lyle at his heels, dropping sympathetic, unfinished sentences. Of Davy and Betty, the former trying to express admiration for Barry’s playing and gratitude for his share in solving the mystery of the lost bond and getting the two oddly mixed while Betty laughed and tried to think of something to add to the invalid’s comfort. The best that Betty could do was to rob Toby of one of his pillows and insist that Barry have it behind him; and Barry, rather than disappoint her, allowed it there even though it was distinctly uncomfortable. He had had scant time to talk to Peaches, for Haviland had taken things into his own hands, personally depriving Barry of his outer garments and getting him on the bed, holding forth on varied subjects connected with the game meanwhile. Then he had dragged Peaches out of the room with him. “He needs rest,” declared Ira. “Sleep. Yeah, you go to sleep, kid. That’s what you need――sleep. I’ll come and see how you’re getting along to-morrow. You done noble, I’ll tell the squint-eyed world!” Remembering, Barry smiled. Well, he hoped he had “done noble.” At least well. He wished Peaches would come back from supper, for he had questions to ask. Then, as though in answer to that wish, the outer door opened below and footsteps sounded on the stairs. Some one, though, was with Peaches. Barry could tell it from the noise. The some one was Clyde. A minute later Barry was saying: “Pshaw! I’ve only got to stay in a couple of days! I’ll be skipping around as good as new next week.” Clyde looked relieved. Peaches told of the bonfire that was building over on the marsh, of incidents happening during supper. Clyde broke in with: “Wish you could have been there, Barry. You’ve never heard such a riot in your life! The Doctor had to come in and stop it, finally. No one else could!” Presently Barry managed to get in one of the questions he wanted to ask: “Shut up a minute, will you, Peaches? Listen now. How did you find out about Rusty Waterman?” Peaches grinned, hugged a knee, and cheerfully explained: