"Can't see him, Andy. I'm very busy," began Jim; then added, "By the way, who is Mr. Straker?" "Tell him he may come in for a few minutes, Mr. Hand," directed Agatha. Presently the manager was being introduced in the properest manner to the invalid. Agatha, knowing James would need protection from quizzing, stayed by. "Now, tell me," wheedled Mr. Straker, "the whole story just exactly as it happened to you, please. It's very important that I should know all the details." So Jimmy, aided now and then by Agatha, delivered a Straker-ized version of the wreck and the arrival at Ilion. "But before that," questioned the manager. "How did you happen to be on the _Jeanne D'Arc_?" For the first time James hesitated. Not even Agatha knew that part of the story. "I was picked up by the _Jeanne D'Arc_ in New York harbor," he replied slowly. Mr. Straker frowned. "How--picked up?" "Out of the water." "What were you in the water for?" "I had just dropped off a tug." "What for?" "Because I wanted the yacht to pick me up." At this point Mr. Straker directed a commiserating look at Agatha. It said "Crazy" as plain as words. "What were you on the tug for?" "I had followed the yacht." "What for?" The pause before James's next answer was apparent. When it came, there came with it that same seven-year-old look of smiling ingenuousness. "I just wanted to see what they were going to do with Miss Redmond." "Jimminy Christmas!" exploded Mr. Straker. "Any more kinks in this story? How'd you know they'd stolen Miss Redmond?" And so Jimmy had to tell it all, with the abominable Straker growing more and more excited every minute, and Agatha standing mute and awe-struck, looking at him. It was plain that Jimmy, for the moment, had the upper hand. "And that's about all!" he laughed. "What on earth, man, is the matter with you?" fumed Straker. "Didn't you know there were a hundred chances to one the yacht wouldn't pick you up?" Jimmy nodded, unabashed. "One chance is good enough for me. Nothing can kill me this trip, I tell you. I'm good for anything. Lucky star's over me. I knew it all the time." Straker turned a disgusted face toward Agatha. "He's crazy as a loon! Isn't he?" he questioned glumly. But Jimmy knew his man. "No, not crazy, Mr. Straker. Only a touch o' sun! And it's glorious, isn't it, Miss Redmond?" She loved him for his boyish laughter, for the rollicking spirit in his voice, but her eyes suddenly filled as she pondered the meaning back of his extraordinary story. With Mr. Straker gone at last, it was she who came to Jim with outstretched hands. "You mean you heard me call for help, there on the hill?" "Yep," he answered, suddenly sheepish. "And you followed to rescue me if you could?" "Yep--of course." "Ah, James! Why did you do it?" Jim's small-boy expression beamed from his eyes. "I followed the Voice and the Face--as I told you once before. Don't you remember?" "I remember. But why?"