“Take that for interfering with me!” he cried. I caught but a glimpse of him; then came the blow, and I saw millions of stars. I staggered forward, and for a while my senses forsook me. I think I remained unconscious at least a quarter of an hour. When I came to I found myself lying on the bottom of my sloop. Somewhat confused from the rough treatment I had received, I raised my head and looked around me. Water was on every hand, and I saw that the craft had been shoved off from the island, and sent drifting down the lake. As soon as I was able I ran up the mainsail, and then stood over for the west shore. There was no use returning to Rock Island for the present. Carney had his gun once more, and would not now hesitate to use it. I must get some one to help me before going back for my property. I turned the matter over in my mind, and then decided to return to the mill, leave the groceries and Mr. Norton’s tobacco, and then sail down to the Bend for Tom Darrow, and perhaps one or two others with whom I was well acquainted, and who I knew would help me. As I skimmed over the surface of the lake I decided not to tell Mr. Norton of what had happened and of what I intended to do. It was none of his affair, and he would no doubt claim the boat as part of the estate under his charge. Perhaps I was not doing right according to law, but I was no lawyer, and I thought I could run matters quite as well as he could. The distance to the mill-landing was soon covered, and then I lowered the sail and prepared to tie up. As I did so I saw two strange men walk out of the mill-room, followed by my newly arrived relative. I knew every man, woman, and child in the region, and I was sure the two men were total strangers in the lake district. They were short, small built, well dressed; and I could not imagine what had brought them to the place. The spot where I had tied up was partly hidden from the mill by a number of bushes and trees. I saw that the painter was properly fastened, and then walked slowly towards my home. “Yes, there is no use of waiting any longer,” I overheard one of the men say. “We have made enough mistakes already. Delay will mean more.” “Then you intend to go ahead to-night?” asked the voice of Mr. Norton anxiously. “Yes. By the way, how do you get on with the boy?” “Pretty well. He’s rather high-strung. I expect him back any moment. I sent him over to Bend Center for some tobacco.” “Good. Come, Bill; let’s be off before he returns.” “Just as you say, Dick. You are running this deal, not I.” And with these words the two men passed out of hearing, and made for the boat I had seen anchored in the inlet when I had gone down to the Bend in the morning. This conversation surprised me not a little. At first I had intended to come forward and show myself, but now I was glad I had not done so.