’It is true. I have it in print in a Nature History, and, what is more, I’ve got a picture of an ourang-outang, holding a torn-off bough in his hand, and showing just enough of his back to let folks understand he’s very like a man. Well, I’ve a mind, as the expression I used about you was repeated in the long room of the "Ring of Bells," to have that picture framed and hung up there. Besides, under it stands in print, "The ourang-outang, or _tailless_ ape."’ ’You will? Well, I always said you were a just man; now I will add you’re generous.’ The brothers-in-law shook hands. After a moment’s consideration Nanspian said, ’I don’t like to be outdone in generosity by you, much as I respect you. If it would be any satisfaction to the parish of Bratton Clovelly, the weather being warm, and for the quieting of minds and setting at rest all disputes, I don’t object to bathing once in the river Thrustle before the feoffees of Coryndon’s Charity, excepting Larry, whom from motives of delicacy I exclude.’ ’Well,’ said Langford, ’I won’t deny you’re a liberal-minded man.’ Taverner sprang to his feet, and Nanspian also rose. Over the stile from the lane came Honor, in her red stockings and scarlet cloak, the latter drawn closely round her. ’Why didn’t you call us?’ said Nanspian. ’We’d have come and helped you over.’ ’You shouldn’t be climbing about now,’ said Taverner. ’Come and sit between us on the Look-out stone,’ said Nanspian. So the two old men reseated themselves on the granite slab, with Honor between them. ’You tried hard to sloke her away,’ remarked Nanspian, shaking his head. ’Let bygones be bygones,’ said Langford. ’She may be here at Chimsworthy now, but she’ll be at Langford some day. I’m proud and happy to think.’ ’Ah!’ said Nanspian, ’she’s made a mighty change in Larry, and, faith, in me also. I’m a happier man than I was.’ He put his arm round behind Honor. ’I may say that of myself,’ said Langford. ’I can know that Langford will be made the most of after I’m gone.’ He put his arm round her, and clasped that of Nanspian. ’Ah!’ said Nanspian, in his old soft, furry, pleasant voice, ’if I’d a many score of faces in front of me, and I were addressing a political meeting, I’d say the same as I says now. Never you argue that what we was taught as children is gammon and superstition, it’s no such thing. It has always been said that he who lays hold of a red spider secures good luck, and we’ve proved it, Taverner and I, we’ve proved it. Us have got hold of the very best and biggest and reddest of money-spinners between us—us don’t try to sloke her away to this side or to that. Her belongs ekally to Chimsworthy and to Langford, to myself and to Taverner, and blessed if there be a chance for any man all over England of getting such another treasure as this Red Spider which Taverner and I be holding atween us—ekally belonging to each.’ THE END.