Darkness had fallen when they finally entered a town and drove to a hotel. Ben looked rather ruefully at the poor little scarecrow beside him with his hatless scrubbing-brush of a head, but the keeper of the garage consented to give the boy a place to sleep. "At least," thought Ben, "it will be more comfortable than the boards outside Geraldine's door." He saw to it that the dwarf should have a good supper, after which Pete presented himself at Ben's room as he had been ordered to do. Never before in his life had he had all the meat and potato he wanted, and still marveling at the wonderful things happening to him he was conducted to Ben, and stood before him with questioning eyes. "Is she here, Master?" he asked. "No, but we shall see her to-morrow." "When--when do I go back to the farm?" asked the boy. "Never," replied Ben calmly. "Master!" exclaimed the dwarf, and could say no more. His tanned face grew darker with the rush of crimson. "You're my servant now," said Ben, and his good-humored expression shone upon an eager face that worked pitifully. "What--what can I do?" stammered Pete, his rough hands with their broken nails working together. "You can get into the bathtub." "Wha--what, Master?" Ben threw open the door of his bathroom. "Draw that tub full of water and use up all the soap on yourself. Make yourself clean for to-morrow. Understand?" Pete didn't understand anything. He was in a blissful daze. He had never seen faucets except the one in the Carder kitchen. Ben had to draw the water for him, showing him the hot and the cold; finally making him understand that he was not to get in with his clothes on, and that he was to use any and all of those fresh white towels, the like of which the boy had never seen; then his new master came out, closed the door, and laughing to himself sat down to wait and read a magazine. There was a mighty splashing in the bathroom. "Clean to see her. Clean to see her," Pete kept saying to himself. He was going to be able to speak to her with no one to object. He was going to work for this god who could fly down out of the sky. Rufus Carder might come to find him later and kill him, but that was no matter. When finally the bathroom door opened and again arrayed in his disreputable clothes the dwarf appeared, Ben spoke without looking up from his magazine. "Did you let the water out of the tub?" "No, Master. I didn't know." Ben got up, and Pete followed him, eager for the lesson. Ben viewed the color of the water frothing with suds. "I think you must be clean," he remarked dryly, as he opened the waste-pipe, "or at least you will be after a few more ducks." "Yes, Master, to see her." He showed the boy how to wash out the tub which the little fellow did with a will. "Now, then, to bed with you, and we'll have an early breakfast, for we have a busy day to-morrow. Good-night."