“No, thank you.  The sight of you, well and strong again, is all the medicine I need.  We must keep the ‘Balm’ in case you have another attack.  By the way, I notice the dinner dishes haven’t been washed.  I’ll do them at once.  I know you must be tired, after your illness—­and the exertion of showing your guests about the lights.”

Atkins did not answer, although he seemed to want to very much.  However, he made no objection when his helper, rolling up his sleeves, turned to the sink and the dish washing.

Seth was silent all the rest of the afternoon and during supper.  But that evening, as Brown sat on the bench outside, Atkins joined him.

“Hello!” said Seth, as cheerfully as if nothing had happened.

“Hello!” replied the assistant, shortly.  He had been thinking once more, and his thoughts were not pleasant.

“I s’pose you cal’late,” began Atkins, “that maybe I’ve got a grudge against you on account of this mornin’ and that ‘Balm’ and such.  I ain’t.”

“That’s good.  I’m glad to hear it.”

“Yes.  After the fust dose of that stuff—­for thunder sakes what did you put in it?—­I was about ready to murder you, but I’ve got over that.  I don’t blame you for gettin’ even.  We are even, you know.”

“I’m satisfied, if you are.”

“I be.  But what I don’t understand is why you didn’t want to show them folks around.”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I had my reasons, such as they were.  Why didn’t you want to do it yourself?”

Seth crossed his legs and was silent for a moment or two.  Then he spoke firmly and as if his mind was made up.

“Young feller,” he said, “I don’t know whether you realize it or not, and perhaps I shouldn’t be the one to mention it—­but you’re under some obligations to me.”

His companion nodded.  “I realize that,” he said.

“Yes, but maybe you don’t realize the amount of the obligations.  I’m riskin’ my job keepin’ you here.  If it wa’n’t for the superintendent bein’ such a friend of mine, there’d have been a reg’lar assistant keeper app’inted long ago.  The gov’ment don’t pick up its lightkeepers same as you would farm hands.  There’s civil service to be gone through, and the like of that.  But you wanted to stay, and I’ve kept you, riskin’ my own job, as I said.  And now I cal’late we’d better have a plain understandin’.  You’ve got to know just what your job is.  I’m goin’ to tell you.”

He stopped, as if to let this sink in.  Brown nodded again.  “All right,” he observed, carelessly; “go on and tell me; I’m listening.”

“Your job around the lights you know already, part of it.  But there’s somethin’ else.  Whenever men folks come here, I’ll do my share of showin’ the place off.  But when women come—­women, you understand—­you’ve got to be guide.  I’ll forgive you to-day’s doin’s.  I tried to play a joke on you, and you evened it up with a better one on me.  That’s all right.  But, after this, showin’ the lights to females is your job, and you’ve got to do it—­or get out.  No hard feelin’s at all, and I’d really hate to lose you, but that’s got to be as I say.”