Mr. Rushton growls, and demands how he had the audacity to break the peace. The man mutters. Mr. Rushton observes that he will have him placed in the stocks, and then sent to jail. The German groans. Suddenly Mr. Rushton feels a hand upon his arm. He turns round: it is Redbud. "That is the man who sold me the necklace, sir!" she says, in a hesitating voice. "I recognize him--it is the pedlar." Mr. Rushton starts, and catches the pedlar by the arm. "Come!" he commences. The pedlar rises without assistance, sullenly, prepared for the stocks. "Where did you get this necklace? Speak!" The lawyer's eyes awe the man, and he stammers. Mr. Rushton grasps him by the collar, and glares at him ferociously. "Where?" In five minutes he has made the pedlar speak--he bought the necklace from the mother of the young man standing at the door. "From the Indian woman?" "Yes, from her." Mr. Rushton turns pale, and falls into a chair. Verty hastens to him. The lawyer rises, and gazes at him with pale lips, passes his hand over his brow with nervous, trembling haste. He holds the necklace up before Verty there, and says, in a husky voice-- "Where did your mother get this?" Verty gazes at the necklace, and shakes his head. "I don't know, sir--I don't know that it is her's--I think I have seen it though--yes, yes, long, long ago--somewhere!" And the young hunter's head droops, thoughtfully--his dreamy eyes seem to wander over other years. Then he raises his head and says, abruptly: "I had a strange thought, sir! I thought I saw myself--only I was a little child--playing with that necklace somewhere in a garden--oh, how strange! There were walks with box, and tulip beds, and in the middle, a fountain--strange! I thought I saw Indians, too--and heard a noise--why, I am dreaming!" The lawyer looks at Verty with wild eyes, which, slowly, very slowly, fill with a strange light, which makes the surrounding personages keep silent--so singular is this rapt expression. A thought is rising on the troubled and agitated mind of the lawyer, like a moon soaring above the horizon. He trembles, and does not take his eyes for a moment from the young man's face. "A fountain--Indians?" he mutters, almost inarticulately. "Yes, yes!" says Verty, with dreamy eyes, and crouching, so to speak, Indian fashion, until his tangled chestnut curls half cover his cheeks--"yes, yes!--there again!--why it is magic--there! I see it all--I remember it! I must have seen it! Redbud!" he said, turning to the young girl with a frightened air, "am I dreaming?" Redbud would have spoken. Mr. Rushton, with a sign, bade her be silent. He looked at the young man with the same strange look, and said in a low tone: "Must have seen what?"