unexpected　success　and　zeal。　　Atkins；　for　the　first　day　or　two；
  watched　him　intently；　being　still　a　trifle　suspicious　and　fearful　of
  his　〃substitute　assistant。〃　　But　as　time　passed　and　the　latter　asked
  no　more　questions；　seemed　not　in　the　least　curious　concerning　his
  superior；　and　remained　the　same　cool；　easy…going；　cheerful
  individual　whom　Seth　had　found　asleep　on　the　beach；　the
  lightkeeper's　suspicions　were　ended。　　It　was　true　that　Brown　was　as
  mysterious　and　secretive　as　ever　concerning　his　own　past；　but　that
  had　been　a　part　of　their　bargain。　　Atkins；　who　prided　himself　on
  being　a　judge　of　human　nature；　decided　that　his　helper　was　a　young
  gentleman　in　trouble；　but　that　the　trouble；　whatever　it　might　be；
  involved　nothing　criminal　or　dishonest。　　That　he　was　a　gentleman；　he
  was　surehis　bearing　and　manner　proved　that；　but　he　was　a　gentleman
  who　did　not　〃put　on　airs。〃　　Not　that　there　was　any　reason　why　he
  should　put　on　airs；　but；　so　far　as　that　was　concerned；　there　was　no
  apparent　reason　for　the　monumental　conceit　and　condescension　of　some
  of　the　inflated　city　boarders　in　the　village。　　Brown　was　not　like
  those　people　at　all。
  Seth　had　taken　a　fancy　to　him　at　their　first　meeting。　　Now　his
  liking　steadily　increased。　　Companionship　in　a　lonely　spot　like
  Eastboro　Twin…Lights　is　a　test　of　a　man's　temper。　　Brown　stood　the
  test　well。　　If　he　made　mistakes　in　the　workand　he　did　make　some
  ridiculous　oneshe　cheerfully　undid　them　when　they　were　pointed　out
  to　him。　　He　was；　for　the　most　part；　good…natured　and　willing　to
  talk；　though　there　were　periods　when　he　seemed　depressed　and
  wandered　off　by　himself　along　the　beach　or　sat　by　the　edge　of　the
  bluff；　staring　out　to　sea。　　The　lightkeeper　made　no　comment　on　this
  trait　in　his　character。　　It　helped　to　confirm　his　own　judgment
  concerning　the　young　fellow's　trouble。　　People　in　trouble　were
  subject　to　fits　of　the　〃blues；〃　and　during　these　fits　they　liked　to
  be　alone。　　Seth　knew　this　from　his　own　experience。　　There　were　times
  when　he；　too；　sought　solitude。
  He　trusted　his　helper　more　and　more。　　He　did　not；　of　course；　permit
  him　to　take　the　night　watch　in　the　lights；　but　he　did　trust　him　to
  the　extent　of　leaving　him　alone　for　a　whole　afternoon　while　he　drove
  the　old　horse；　attached　to　the　antique　〃open　wagon〃both　steed　and
  vehicle　a　part　of　the　government　propertyover　to　Eastboro　to
  purchase　tobacco　and　newspapers　at　the　store。　　On　his　return　he
  found　everything　as　it　should　be；　and　this　test　led　him　to　make
  others；　each　of　which　was　successful　in　proving　John　Brown　faithful
  over　a　few　things　and；　therefore；　in　time；　to　be　intrusted　with　many
  and　more　important　ones。
  Brown；　on　his　part；　liked　Seth。　　He　had　professed　to　like　him　during
  the　conversation　at　the　breakfast　table　which　resulted　in　his
  remaining　at　the　lights；　but　then　he　was　not　entirely　serious。　　He
  was；　of　course；　grateful　for　the　kindness　shown　him　by　the　odd
  longshoreman　and　enjoyed　the　latter's　society　and　droll　remarks　as
  he　would　have　enjoyed　anything　out　of　the　ordinary　and　quaintly
  amusing。　　But　now　he　really　liked　the　man。　　Seth　Atkins　was　a
  countryman；　and　a　marked　contrast　to　any　individual　Brown　had　ever
  met；　but　he　was　far　from　being　a　fool。　　He　possessed　a　fund　of　dry
  common　sense；　and　his　comments　on　people　and　happenings　in　the
  worlda　knowledge　of　which　he　derived　from　the　newspapers　and
  magazines　obtained　on　his　trips　to　Eastborowere　a　constant
  delight。　　And；　more　than　all；　he　respected　his　companion's　desire　to
  remain　a　mystery。　　Brown　decided　that　Atkins　was；　as　he　had　jokingly
  called　him；　a　man　with　a　past。　　What　that　past　might　be；　he　did　not
  know　or　try　to　learn。　　〃Mind　your　own　business；〃　Seth　had　declared
  to　be　the　motto　of　Eastboro　Twin…Lights；　and　that　motto　suited　both
  parties　to　the　agreement。
  The　lightkeeper　stood　watch　in　the　tower　at　night。　　During　most　of
  the　day　he　slept；　but；　after　the　first　week　was　over；　and　his　trust
  in　his　helper　became　more　firm；　he　developed　the　habit　of　rising　at
  two　in　the　afternoon；　eating　a　breakfastor　dinner；　or　whatever　the
  meal　might　be　calledand　wandering　off　along　the　crooked　road
  leading　south　and　in　the　direction　of　Pounddug　Slough。　　The　road；
  little　used　and　grass　grown；　twisted　and　turned　amid　the　dunes　until
  it　disappeared　in　a　distant　grove　of　scrub　oaks　and　pitch　pines。
  Each　afternoonexcept　on　Sundays　and　on　the　occasions　of　his
  excursions　to　the　villageAtkins　would　rise　from　the　table；　saunter
  to　the　door　to　look　at　the　weather；　and　then；　without　excuse　or
  explanation；　start　slowly　down　the　road。　　For　the　first　hundred
  yards　he　sauntered；　then　the　saunter　became　a　brisk　walk；　and　when
  he　reached　the　edge　of　the　grove　he　was　hurrying　almost　at　a　dog
  trot。　　Sometimes　he　carried　a　burden　with　him；　a　brown　paper　parcel
  brought　from　Eastboro；　a　hammer；　a　saw；　or　a　coil　of　rope。　　Once　he
  descended　to　the　boathouse　at　the　foot　of　the　bluff　by　the　inlet　and
  emerged　bearing　a　big　bundle　of　canvas；　apparently　an　old　sail；　this
  he　arranged；　with　some　difficulty；　on　his　shoulder　and　stumbled　up
  the　slope；　past　the　corner　of　the　house　and　away　toward　the　grove。
  Brown　watched　him　wonderingly。　　Where　was　he　going；　and　why？　　What
  was　the　mysterious　destination　of　all　these　tools　and　old　junk？
  Where　did　Seth　spend　his　afternoons　and　why；　when　he　returned；　did
  his　hands　and　clothes　smell　of　tar？　　The　substitute　assistant　was
  puzzled；　but　he　asked　no　questions。　　And　Seth　volunteered　no
  solution　of　the　puzzle。
  Yet　the　solution　came；　and　in　an　unexpected　way。　　Seth　drove　to　the
  village　one　afternoon　and　returned　with　literature；　smoking
  materials　and　an　announcement。　　The　latter　he　made　during　supper。
  〃I　tried　to　buy　that　fly　paper　we　wanted　today；〃　he　observed；　as　a
  preliminary。　　〃Couldn't　get　none。　　All　out。〃
  〃But　will　have　some　in　very　shortly；　I　presume；〃　suggested　the
  assistant；　who　knew　the　idiosyncrasies　of　country　stores。
  〃Oh；　yes；　sartin！　　Expectin'　it　every　minute。　　That　store's　got　a
  consider'ble　sight　more　expectations　in　it　than　it　has　anything
  else。　　They're　always　six　months　ahead　of　the　season　or　behind　it　in
  that　store。　　When　it's　so　cold　that　the　snow　birds　get　chilblains
  they'll　have　the　shelves　chuck　full　of　fly　paper。　　Now；　when　it's
  hotter　than　a　kittle　of　pepper　tea；　the　bulk　of　their　stock　is　ice
  picks　and　mittens。　　Bah！　　However；　they're　goin'　to　send　the　fly
  paper　over　when　it　comes；　along　with　the　dog。〃
  〃The　dog？〃　repeated　Brown　in　amazement。
  〃Yup。　　That's　what　I　was　goin'　to　tell　youabout　the　dog。　　I
  ordered　a　dog　today。　　Didn't　pay　nothin'　for　him；　you　understand。
  Henry　G。；　the　storekeeper；　gave　him　to　me。　　The　boy'll　fetch　him
  down　when　he　fetches　the　fly　paper。〃
  〃A　dog？　　We'reyou're　going　to　keep　a　doghere？〃
  〃Sure　thing。　　Why　not？　　Got　room　enough　to　keep　a　whole　zoological
  menagerie　if　we　wanted　to；　ain't　we？　　Besides；　a　dog'll　be　handy　to
  have　around。　　Bill　Foster；　the　life　saver；　told　me　that　somebody
  busted　into　the　station　henhouse　one　night　a　week　ago　and　got　away
  with　four　of　their　likeliest　pullets。　　He　cal'lates　'twas　tramps　or
  boys。　　We　don't　keep　hens；　but　there's　some　stuff　in　that　boathouse
  I　wouldn't　want　stole；　and；　bein'　as　there's　no　lock　on　the　door；　a
  dog　would　be　a　sort　of　protection；　as　you　might　say。〃
  〃But　thieves　would　never　come　way　down　here。〃
  〃Why　not？　　'Tain't　any　further　away　from　the　rest　of　creation　than
  the　life　savin'　station；　is　it？　　Anyhow；　Henry　G。　give　the　dog　to　me
  free　for　nothin'；　and　that's　a　miracle　of　itself。　　You'd　say　so；
  too；　if　you　knew　Henry。　　I　was　so　surprised　that　I　said　I'd　take　it
  right　off；　felt　'twould　be　flyin'　in　the　face　of　Providence　not　to。
  A　miraclejumpin'　Judas！　　I　never　knew　Henry　to　give　anybody
  anything　aforeunless　'twas　the　smallpox；　and　then　'twan't　a
  genuine　case；　nothin'　but　varioloid。〃
  〃But　what　kind　of　a　dog　is　it？〃
  〃I　don't　know。　　Henry　used　to　own　the　mother　of　it；　and　she　was　one
  quarter　mastiff　and　the　rest　assorted　varieties。　　This　one　he's
  givin'　me　ain't　a　whole　dog；　you　see；　just　a　half…grown　pup。　　The
  varioloid　all　over　againhey？　　Ho；　ho！　　I　didn't　really　take　him
  for　sartin；　you　understand；　just　on　trial。　　If　we　like　him；　we'll
  keep　him；　that's　all。〃
  The　third　afternoon　following　this　announcement；　Brown　was　alone　in
  the　kitchen；　and　busy。　　Seth　had　departed　on　one　of　his　mysterious
  excursions；　carrying　a　coil　of　rope；　a　pulley　and　a　gallon　can　of
  paint。　　Before　leaving　the　house　he　had　given　his　helper　some
  instructions　concerning　supper。
  〃Might's　well　have　a　lobster　tonight；〃　he　said。　　〃Ever　cook　a
  lobster；　did　you？〃
  No；　Mr。　Brown　had　never　cooked　a　lobster。
  〃Well；　it's　simple　enough。　　All　you've　got　to　do　is　bile　him。　　Bile
  him　in　hot　water　till　he's　done。〃
  〃I　see。〃　　The　substitute　assistant　was　not　enthusiastic。　　Cooking　he
  did　not　love。
  〃Humph！〃　he　grunted。　　〃I　imagined　if　he　was　boiled　at　all；　it　was　be
  in　hot　water；　not　cold。〃
  Atkins　chuckled。　　〃I　mean　you　want　to　have　the　water　bilin'　hot　when
  you　put　him　in；〃　he　explained。　　〃Wait　till　she　biles　up　good　and
  then　souse　him；　see？〃
  〃I　guess　so。　　How　do　you　know　when　he's　done？〃
  〃OherI　can't　tell　you。　　You'll　have　to　trust　to　your　instinct；