He wheeled his horse and, with Mr. Banner walking at his stirrup, rode slowly out to the end of the headland and as slowly back. The Collector asked a question now and then and to every question the young man responded pat. He was no fool. It soon appeared that he had studied the trajectory of guns, that he had views--and sound ones--on coast defences, and that by some study of the subject he had come, a while ago, to a conclusion the Collector took but a few minutes to endorse; that to build a fort on this headland would be waste of public money. Professionally, Mr. Banner was tolerable. The Collector, consulting with him, forgot the pertness of his address, the distressing twang of his accent. He had dismounted, and the pair were busy with a tape, calling out and checking measurements, when from the southward there was borne to the Collector's ears the distant crack of a shot-gun. At the sound of it he glanced up, in time to see Mr. Banner drop the other end of the tape and run. Almost willy-nilly he followed, vaguely wondering if there had happened some accident that called for aid. Mr. Banner, when the Collector overtook him, had come to a halt overlooking the long beach, and pointed to a figure--a speck almost--for it was distant more than a mile. "That Josselin girl!" panted Mr. Banner. "I call you to witness!" The Collector unstrapped his field-glass, which he carried in a bandolier, adjusted it, and through it scanned the beach. Yes, in the distant figure he recognised Ruth Josselin. She carried a gun--or rather, stood with the gun grounded and her hands folded, resting on its muzzle--and appeared to be watching the edge of the breakers, perhaps waiting for them to wash to her feet a dead bird fallen beyond reach. "See her, do you? I call you to witness!" repeated the voice at his elbow. "Why, what is the matter?" "Sabbath breakin'," answered Mr. Banner with a curious leer. "Ah!" "But you yourself don't take much account of the Lord's Day, seemingly. Bathin', f'r instance." "Indeed!" The Collector eyed his companion reflectively. "You honoured me with your observation this morning?" Mr. Banner grinned. "Better say the whole of Port Nassau was hon'rin' you. Oh, there'd be no lack of evidence!--but I guess the magistrates were lookin' the other way. They allowed, no doubt, that even a Sabbath-breaker might be havin' friends at Court!" The Collector could not forbear smiling at the youth's impudence. "May I ask what punishment I have probably escaped by that advantage?" "Well," said Mr. Banner, "for lighter cases it's usually the stocks." Still the Collector smiled. "I am trying to picture it," said he, after a pause. "But you don't tell me they would put a young girl in the stocks, merely for firing a gun on the Lord's Day, as you call it?" "Wouldn't they!" Mr. Banner chuckled. "That, or the pillory."