“Not very,” answered Laura, “but I think I would know him again if I saw him. Wasn’t that neat, the way I got Harry away for a minute? Now, you must be sure not to say a word to him or to anybody else about that man. We’ll keep that a secret for ourselves. My! just look at Harry, he’s going to take that jump. The silly fool, Tommy never jumped over that, I just told Harry that so as to get him out of the way a minute. He thinks he can do everything that Tommy does and they’re both of them perfectly wild over the same girl, who is my dearest friend. I’ve told her all about you, and she’s just crazy to see you.” At this moment Harry leaped boldly over the fence and landed on the other side, but not quite where he had expected. Either the brook was wider than he supposed or else his foot slipped, but somehow, instead of alighting on the grassy bank he struck in about two feet of water, clutched wildly at the branch of an overhanging tree and then fell over on his back. Laura began to laugh, but Bruce, fearing that his friend might have been hurt by his fall, ran down to help him. He crossed the fence just as Harry climbed up on the shore sputtering and blowing and wiping the mud and water from his face. He was completely soaked, and his cap was drifting rapidly down stream. “Are you hurt?” demanded Bruce anxiously. “No, of course I’m not, but I’ll bet you Tommy Martin never made that jump; Laura just said that to get me into the water. Never mind she’ll catch it when we get home. What are you laughing at up there?” he continued, turning suddenly and addressing himself to his sister who was standing by the roadside with amusement pictured on her face. “Perhaps you won’t think it so funny after a while,” continued the boy, angrily, and then Bruce, fearing that he too might be moved to laughter by his comical appearance, ran off down the stream to recover the lost cap. Harry was soaking wet, and there was nothing for him to do but take off his coat and waistcoat and place them on a big rock on which the sun had been shining all day, while he himself sat down beside them, wrung the water out of his trousers and began to dry off. He was in the midst of the drying process when Bruce said to Laura in a low whisper, “I’ve just got an idea in my head about that man. Doesn’t Mr. Dexter live near here?” “Yes,” replied the young girl, “about a quarter of a mile further on.” “Then he was going that way when he passed us, wasn’t he?” “Certainly he was; why I wonder if it could be possible that he was going up there. Do let us hurry on.” “I do believe that you two have got some sort of a secret between you,” exclaimed Harry, suddenly looking up. “What man are you talking about? I tell you you’d better let me know all about it.” “Secret,” said Laura, slyly, “there’s no secret in what I was saying, because everybody knows it. I was just telling him about Kitty and you, and there’s lots more things I could tell him if I wanted to.”