"Why, ma’am, I was hidin’ from you," said the culprit. "Let me light th’ lamp, ma’am, an’ straighten things out in there. Everythin’ slid that wasn’t nailed fast. That tub, now: was you savin’ th’ water for anythin’, ma’am? If you was I plumb spoiled it." "No; it was only to keep the staves swelled tight--for heaven’s sake, do you mean that you fell in it?" She reached out and grasped his coat, and suddenly collapsed against the building, shrieking with laughter. When she could speak she ordered him to feel for and pick up the lamp, and to lead the way into the house. "Go right into Jerry’s room and change your clothes--I hope you can get his things on. But whatever made you go in there, anyway? What was it?" "Like I done said, ma’am," he reiterated, flushing in the dark. "I was goin’ to play a joke on Jerry when he came home--but I didn’t aim to do no damage, ma’am, or scare you!" he earnestly assured her. "Oh, but you were willing to scare Jerry!" she retorted. "I don’t reckon he’d ’a’ been scared," he mumbled. "Here’s th’ lamp, ma’am, on th’ step; I’ll see Jerry at th’ station. I’m fadin’, now," and before she could utter a protest he had put down the lamp and disappeared around the house. But he did not go far. Wet clothes meant nothing to him, nothing at all in his present state of mind, and he intended to stay, and to keep his watch faithfully. And it was to his present flurried state of mind that he owed his more serious misadventure of the night, for he blundered around the second corner squarely into two figures hugging the wall and a descending gun butt filled his mental firmament with stars. He sagged to the ground without even a sigh and was quickly disarmed and bound. A soiled handkerchief was forced into his mouth and he was rolled against the wall, where he would be out of the way. One of the two hirelings nudged the other as they stood up, putting his mouth close to his companions ear. "Hey, Ike!" he whispered. "This fool is wet as a drownded pup--wears a gun an’ cowpunch clothes. He ain’t the agent!" "H--l, no!" responded Ike; "but he meant us no good, bein’ here. We’ll git th’ agent, too. He’ll be comin’ soon, an’ fast. Git over by th’ path he uses."