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gettmg the copper bolts out of an old wreck, when 
we happened to look up and saw two carriages 
coming along, up the beach. I spoke to Zeph about 
it, but as they came along slowly, we went on with 
our work, and when we looked up again there was 
only one. That came on closer and closer till I 
could tell the horses ; they were two bays of squire 
Jones’ down at the inlet; they drove right on to- 
wards us till they were so near that I did not like 
to stare the people in the face, and looked down 
again to my work. There were two men, andI saw 
them so plain that I should know ’em anywhere. 
Well, I raised my head a second after, and they 
were gone ; and there never had been any wagon, 
for Zeph and I hunted all over the beach to find the 
tracks in the sand.” 
“‘T guess that was another misty day, and you 
hadn’t had your eye-opener,” was the appreciative 
response. 
“¢ No, it was three o’clock in the day, and bright 
sunshine ; but at that time, as near as can be, Tommy 
Smith was drowned down at the inlet, and the very 
next day at the very same hour, the ’Squire’s wagon 
did come up the beach, with the same two 
men driving, and the body in a box in the back 
part.” 
‘** Now, Bill,” continued the persistent individual, 
“this is all very well, but it isnot the story. Come, 
out with it; you know what I mean.” 
Bill fell silent, again looking off into the distance 
as though he saw something that others could not 
