After two days of rain the sky cleared. Brother and sister rested on the doorstep at the end of a long day. They had not spoken again of the writing or of the old map. Herbert wondered whether Elizabeth was now convinced. Elizabeth sat silently, drinking in the beauty of the evening. A faint gold showed where the moon would rise. “Elizabeth!” “What is it?” “That man is watching us again with his dog and his gun. I can see him quite plainly.” Elizabeth lifted her voice. All her depression and anxiety were transmuted into anger against these disturbers of her peace. “I told Colonel Thomas in Gettysburg about the men who are prowling about,” said she loudly and distinctly. “He said the State police would be up here the minute I complained. From what I hear, there are enough crimes in the past to put these men where they won’t bother us. They can be punished for these even if they don’t do anything now.” For a while there was not a sound. “I didn’t see him go, but he’s gone,” said Herbert in a whisper. He clasped his hands tightly. Again he had had his anonymous greeting, and again by Herculean effort of will had kept it from Elizabeth. It was not only because of its ignominious character, it was because at last he was beginning to see his dependence. This was, moreover, his own trouble; it was not Elizabeth’s, nor a trouble common to them both. “I don’t suppose they’ve had much chance,” said Elizabeth at last; then she added bitterly, “When I first saw this man I thought perhaps we might help the women and children of such people. But now--” She let her chin sink to her clasped hands. “Have you any other plan?” asked Herbert. “Yes, I have. I’m going to talk to the neighbors.” “What neighbors?” “I’m going all round this country and wherever there is an old person, I’ll find out what he or she knows about John Baring. There must be some who remember him, and he must have had some friends among them. I believe that he was a good man and that he was kind.” “But would that have any relation to this?” “Yes, it would. Somebody might be able to give a clue.” “What kind of a clue?” “Well, somebody might have lived here, and have heard him refuse to guide the Confederates. The Confederates might then have killed him, or carried him away, or he might have met with an accident. Somebody might have some testimony about his previous loyalty.” “But the book said he had given them information!” “The general might have been mistaken in the confusion. Some one else might have given them information.” Herbert shook his head. One could not move Elizabeth when she believed that she was right. “The people might shame you or insult you.” “They can’t do either.” “When are you going to start?” “To-morrow morning. I’m going to leave you to guard the property.”