The sun was high by this time, and the heat would have been intolerable if it had not been for a merciful breeze which swept down from the cooler atmosphere of the hills. Lynde wasted half an hour or more seeking a hiding-place for the saddle. It had grown a grievous burden to him; at every step it added a pound to its dead weight. He saw no way of relieving himself of it. There it was perched upon his shoulders, like the Old Man of the Sea on the back of Sindbad the Sailor. In sheer despair Lynde flung down his load on the curb-stone at a corner formed by a narrow street diagonally crossing the main thoroughfare, which he had not quitted. He drew out his handkerchief and wiped the heavy drops of perspiration from his brows. At that moment he was aware of the presence of a tall, cadaverous man of about forty, who was so painfully pinched and emaciated that a sympathetic shiver ran over Lynde as he glanced at him. He was as thin as an exclamation point. It seemed to Lynde that the man must be perishing with cold even in that burning June sunshine. It was not a man, but a skeleton. "Good heavens, sir!" cried Lynde. "Tell me where I am! What is the name of this town?" "Constantinople." "Constan"-- "--tinople," added the man briskly. "A stranger here?" "Yes," said Lynde abstractedly. He was busy running over an imaginary map of the State of New Hampshire in search of Constantinople. "Good!" exclaimed the anatomy, rustling his dry palms together, "I'll employ you." "You'll employ me? I like that!" "Certainly. I'm a ship-builder." "I didn't know they built vessels a hundred miles from the coast," said Lynde. "I am building a ship--don't say I'm not!" "Of course I know nothing about it." "A marble ship." "A ship to carry marble?" "No, a ship made of marble; a passenger ship. We have ships of iron, why not of marble?" he asked fiercely. "Oh, the fellow is mad!" said Lynde to himself, "as mad as a loon; everybody here is mad, or I've lost my senses. So you are building a marble ship?" he added aloud, good-naturedly. "When it is finished I trust you will get all the inhabitants of this town into it, and put to sea at once." "Then you'll help me!" cried the man enthusiastically, with his eyes gleaming in their sunken sockets. More than ever he looked like a specimen escaped from some anatomical museum. "I do not believe I can be of much assistance," answered Lynde, laughing. "I have had so little experience in constructing marble vessels, you see. I fear my early education has been fearfully neglected. By the bye," continued the young man, who was vaguely diverted by his growing interest in the monomaniac, "how do you propose to move your ship to the seaboard?" "In the simplest manner--a double railroad track--twenty-four engines--twelve engines on each side to support the hull." "That WOULD be a simple way."