“Just what I said. You and I had a discussion concerning that same practice when I fell over the bank at the Slough a while ago. I was not spying then, but you thought I was, and you didn't like it. Now I think you are, and I don't like it.” “Wh--what--what would I be spyin' on you for? Wh--what reason would I have for doin' it?” “No good reason; because I have no intention of visiting our new neighbors--none whatever. That being understood, perhaps you'll shut the door and keep it shut.” Seth looked sheepish and guilty. “Well,” he said, after a moment's reflection, “I beg your pardon. But I couldn't help feelin' kind of uneasy. I--I ought to know better, I s'pose; but, with a young, good-lookin' girl landed unexpected right next to us, I--I--” “How did you know she was good-looking? I didn't mention her looks.” “No, you didn't, but--but . . . John Brown, I've been young myself, and I know that at your age most ANY girl's good-lookin'. There!” He delivered this bit of wisdom with emphasis and a savage nod of the head. Brown had no answer ready, that is, no relevant answer. “You go to bed and shut the door,” he repeated, turning to go. “All right, I will. But don't you forget our agreement.” “I have no intention of forgetting it.” “What ARE you goin' to do?” “Do? What do you mean?” “I mean what are you goin' to do now that things down here's changed, and you and me ain't alone, same as we was?” “I don't know. I'm not sure that I sha'n't leave--clear out.” “What? Clear out? Run away and leave me alone to--to . . . By time! I didn't think you was a deserter.” The substitute assistant laughed bitterly. “You needn't worry,” he said. “I couldn't go far, even if I wanted to. I haven't any money.” “That's so.” Seth was evidently relieved. “All right,” he observed; “don't you worry. 'Twon't be but a couple of months anyway, and we'll fight it through together. But ain't it a shame! Ain't it an everlastin' shame that this had to happen just as we'd come to understand each other and was so contented and friendly! Well, there's only one thing to do; that's to make the best of it for us and the worst for them. We'll keep to ourselves and pay no attention to em no more'n if they wa'n't there. We'll forget 'em altogether; hey? . . . I say we'll forget 'em altogether, won't we?” Brown's answer was short and sharp. “Yes,” he said, and slammed the door behind him. Seth slowly shook his head before he laid it on the pillow. He was not entirely easy in his mind, even yet. However, there was no more spying, and the lightkeeper did not mention the bungalow tenants when he appeared at supper time. After the meal he bolted to the lights, and was on watch in the tower when his helper retired.