"I'm afraid I'd better not go on any further," he said, sitting down on a grassy place. "I don't want to strain my foot too much. I'll wait for you here. Go on and get a look at that view. You wouldn't want to miss it. Lots of people go miles out of their way for it. I'll just sit here and rest." "Are you sure you'll be all right?" asked Dick. "Oh, sure. Go ahead. Don't mind me. I'll wait until you come back. And there's a good spring on that hill. It's supposed to have some medicinal virtue. I don't take much stock in that, but I know it's good and cold, for I used to drink there when I was a boy." "I'm going to have some," asserted Paul. "I'm as dry as codfish." Though the boys somewhat regretted not having Mr. Brockhurst to accompany them, the thought of a cool drink at the summit of the hill hurried them on, for the day was warm. They looked back to see the lame man still sitting on the grass plot, gazing up at them. He waved his hand in a friendly fashion. "Say, this is some view!" exclaimed Paul, as they reached the summit. "I should say yes!" assented Dick. "I'm glad we came up." Down before them, rolling in a series of gentle slopes, was a vast extent of country. There was a great plain, and, in the distance, mountains arising, blue and purple in the haze of the summer day. "It's magnificent!" murmured Innis. "It makes a fellow feel--well, like poetry," he finished for want of something better to say. "It makes me more thirsty to see that water," added Paul, pointing to a little stream, that, like a silver ribbon, made its tortuous way through a distant green meadow. "Let's look for that spring," suggested Dick, after a few minutes of gazing at the view, which was really superb. But the spring was not as easy to find as they had supposed. They finally located a small brook, and, tracing it back some distance, they came upon the spring. It justified all that Mr. Brockhurst had said of it, and the boys drank long and deep. "It's got a queer taste," said Dick. "That's the medicinal virtues of it, I guess," laughed Innis. "Well, it's all right when you're thirsty," assented Paul, "for it's good and cold, but I'd have to get used to it before I'd want it steady. Well, shall we go back?" "Might as well," said Dick, looking at his watch. "We've been here half an hour. Mr. Brockhurst will be getting tired." They started down the slope, and, when they got to a point where they should have seen the lame man he was not there. "He's gone!" cried Innis. "Probably got tired of waiting, and went back to the auto," spoke Dick. "He'll be waiting for us." But his chums thought they detected a strange note in his voice. The three hurried on, and when the auto came in sight they peered eagerly toward it for a sight of their visitor. "Maybe he's inside," said Paul, when they could not see him. "Maybe," said Dick--rather grimly. They reached the car. The side door was open, but there was no sign of the lame man.