"We ask no one from whence he came or why. We take people for what they seem to be, with no knowledge of their past." Then, breaking off abruptly, the older man repeated: "I would, indeed, like you to meet Jean and tell me what you think of him. Come over to our place soon, or, better still, since that is a rough trip until you get hardened to the saddle, I'll send him over to call on you next Sunday." Dan's face brightened. "Great, Mr. Packard; do that! A chap whom you so much admire must be worth knowing. Have him take dinner with us. Goodbye, and thank you for being our much-needed guide." When their neighbor and friend had swung into his saddle and had ridden away, Jane said fretfully: "I don't see why you asked that Jean Sawyer, who may be an outlaw, for all we know, to come over to our place for dinner." Then, when she saw the expression of troubled disappointment in her brother's face, again the small voice within rebuked her, and she implored: "Oh, Dan, don't mind me! I know I am horridly selfish, but I am so tired, and these people are all so queer. What are we to do next?" The older lad knew what an effort Jane was making, and he held her arm affectionately close as he replied: "Mr. Packard said that the stage would call for us at 8:30. We will have half an hour to purchase our supplies. Grandmother made out a list of things we would need. Julie has that. Jane, here is my wallet. I wish you would take charge of our funds. You won't be climbing around as I will. It will be safer with you." Together the girls went into the store and purchased the supplies they would need. Then they rejoined the boys, who had waited outside. Gerry wanted to look in the school house. The Abbotts found the door of the rambling log cabin across from the inn standing open, and they peered in curiously. The room was long and well lighted by large windows, but it was quite like any other country school. There were eight rows of benches, one back of the other, with a shelf-like desk in front of each. These had many an initial carved in them. The teacher's table and chair faced the others, with a blackboard hanging on the wall at the back. Near the door was a pail and a dipper. Dan smiled. "It doesn't look as though genius could be awakened here, does it?" he was saying, when a pleasant voice back of them caused them to turn.