"Succeed," interrupted Seagraves. "That's what I say," bawled Hank Whiting, the proprietor of the house. "You fellers ain't got any enterprise to yeh. Why don't you go to work an' help settle the country like men? 'Cause y' ain't got no sand. Girls are thicker 'n huckleberries back East. I say it's a dum shame!" "Easy, Henry," said the elegant bank-clerk, Wilson, looking gravely about through his spectacles. "I commend the courage and the resolution of Mr. Rodemaker. I pray the lady may not 'Mislike him for his complexion, The shadowed livery of the burning sun.'" "Shakespeare," said Adams, at a venture. Wilson turned to Rob. "Brother in adversity, when do you embark another Jason on an untried sea?" "Hay!" said Rob, winking at Seagraves. "Oh, I go to-night--night train." "And return?" "Ten days from date." "I'll wager a wedding supper he brings a blonde," said Wilson, in his clean-cut, languid speech compelling attention. "Oh, come, now, Wilson; that's too thin! We all know that rule about dark marryin' light." "I'll wager she'll be tall," continued Wilson. "I'll wager you, friend Rodemaker, she'll be blonde and tall." The rest roared at Rob's astonishment and confusion. The absurdity of it grew, and they went into spasms of laughter. But Wilson remained impassive, not the twitching of a muscle betraying that he saw anything to laugh at in the proposition. Mrs. Whiting and the kitchen-girls came in, wondering at the merriment. Rob began to get uneasy. "What is it? What is it?" said Mrs. Whiting, a jolly little matron. Rivers put the case. "Rob's on his way back to Wisconsin t' get married, and Wilson has offered to bet him that his wife will be a blonde and tall, and Rob dassent bet!" And they roared again. "Why, the idea! The man's crazy!" said Mrs. Whiting. The crowd looked at each other. This was hint enough; they sobered, nodding at each other commiseratingly. "Aha! I see; I understand." "It's the heat." "And the Boston beans." "Let up on him, Wilson. Don't badger a poor irresponsible fellow. I thought something was wrong when I saw the collar." "Oh, keep it up!" said Rob, a little nettled by their evident intention to have fun with him. "Soothe him--soo-o-o-o-the him!" said Wilson. "Don't be harsh." Rob rose from the table. "Go to thunder! You fellows make me tired." "The fit is on him again!" He rose disgustedly and went out. They followed him in single file. The rest of the town "caught on." Frank Graham heaved an apple at him, and joined the procession. Rob went into the store to buy some tobacco. They all followed, and perched like crows on the counters till he went out; then they followed him, as before. They watched him check his trunk; they witnessed the purchase of the ticket. The town had turned out by this time. "Waupac!" announced the one nearest the victim. "Waupac!" said the next man, and the word was passed along the street up town.