Gilderman rode back to the station behind the same smart horse, and with the same groom that had brought him over. The groom drove the horse very much faster than Tom De Witt had done. As they spun along the level stretch of road, Gilderman put up his hand, holding his hat against the wind, the smoke from his cigar blowing back in his eyes. The groom checked the horse to a walk as they ascended the steep hill beyond which lay the town. "By-the-way, John," said Gilderman, suddenly, "there seems to be a good deal of interest hereabouts about that Man they're talking so much of just now." The groom glanced quickly, almost suspiciously, at Gilderman, and then back at the horse again. "Yes, sir," he said. "They do be running after Him a lot, one way and another, about here." "What do you think about Him yourself, John?" said Gilderman, curiously. The man was plainly disinclined to talk. "I don't know, sir," he said. "I don't know that I think anything at all about Him. It ain't no concern of mine, sir." "Then you don't believe in Him?" said Gilderman. "I'd really like to know." Again the man glanced swiftly at Gilderman. "I don't know, sir," he said. And then, after a pause, somewhat cautiously: "He have done some mighty strange things, sir." "What do you mean?" said Gilderman, forbearing to look at him. "Oh, I don't know; but He have been doing some strange things, sir. There was a man down here a week ago last Sunday as was blind. He just rubbed some dirt over his eyes, and they do say it cured him." Gilderman did not say anything as to his knowledge of Tom Kettle. Presently the groom continued: "There was a man down here was a great friend of His'n. He died last Tuesday, and they say he wouldn't have died if He had been here. But He was away and the man died kind of sudden like. He had been sick, but nobody knowed he was that sick. They do say the Man could bring him back to life if He chose. I don't believe in it myself, sir; but that's what they do say. They've got the dead man in a vault over at the cemetery, and they won't bury him till the Other has seen him." "Oh, then He isn't hereabouts?" said Gilderman. "He was here," said the man; "but He went away last Sunday. They say He's going down to the city some day soon, and He's making His plans for it. He was to come back here by noon to-day." "Oh, then that's why all those crowds were waiting at the stations, I suppose," said Gilderman. "Yes, sir," said the groom. "They was waiting to see Him." "Who was the man who died?" said Gilderman, after a little pause.