"But it must be tried!" I pleaded. "We are approaching the end of these troubles, and nothing must be allowed to interfere. Your sister wishes to see you; this is her birthday." "So it is! So it is!" exclaimed the canoe-maker with feeling. "Helen must be saved from her own folly. Her aunt must not know of this latest exploit; it would ruin everything." As we debated Rosalind joined her persuasions to mine. "Aunt Pat must not know what Helen has done if we can help it," she said. While she changed her clothes I talked on at the house-boat with her father. "My sister has asked for me?" "Yes; your sister is ready to settle with Henry; but she wishes to see you first. She has begged me to find you; but Helen must go back to her aunt. This fraudulent kidnapping must never be known to Miss Pat. And on the other hand, I hope it may not be necessary for Helen to know the truth about her father." "I dare say she would sacrifice my own daughter quickly enough," he said. "No; you are wrong; I do not believe it! She is making no war on you, or on her aunt! It's against me! She enjoys a contest; she's trying to beat me." "She believes that I forged the Gillespie notes and ruined her father. Henry has undoubtedly told her so." "Yes; and he has used her to get them away from young Gillespie. There's no question about that. But I have the notes, and I propose holding them for your protection. But I don't want to use them if I can help it." "I appreciate what you are doing for me," he said quietly, but his eyes were still troubled and I saw that he had little faith in the outcome. "Your sister is disposed to deal generously with Henry. She does not know where the dishonor lies." "'We are all honorable men,'" he replied bitterly, slowly pacing the floor. His sleeves were rolled away from his sun-browned arms, his shirt was open at the throat, and though he wore the rough clothes of a mechanic he looked more the artist at work in a rural studio than the canoe-maker of the Tippecanoe. He walked to a window and looked down for a moment upon the singing creek, then came back to me and spoke in a different tone. "I have given these years of my life to protecting my brother, and they must not be wasted. I have nothing to say against him; I shall keep silent." "He has forfeited every right. Now is your time to punish him," I said; but Arthur Holbrook only looked at me pityingly. "I don't want revenge, Mr. Donovan, but I am almost in a mood for justice," he said with a rueful smile; and just then Rosalind entered the shop. "Is my fate decided?" she demanded. The sight of her seemed to renew the canoe-maker's distress, and I led the way at once to the door. I think that in spite of my efforts to be gay and to carry the affair off lightly, we all felt that the day was momentous. "When shall I expect you back?" asked Holbrook, when we had reached the launch. "Early to-night," I answered.