Galusha followed the winding path up the face of the high bluff.  When, having reached its top, he paused to get fresh breath in place of that he had lost, he looked down and saw his questioner standing where he had left him and, apparently, still admiring the view.

The following afternoon they saw each other again.  This time the stranger was on the other side of the creek, wandering about at the edge of the pine grove.  He acknowledged Galusha’s bow with a wave of the hand, but he did not come nearer to ask more questions.

That evening, at the supper table, Mr. Bangs mentioned the meeting.  Primmie, who prided herself upon knowing every visitor in town and where he or she came from, was ready with the information in this case.

“I know who he is,” she declared.  “His name’s Williams and him and his wife’s stoppin’ at the Restabit.  They never meant to stay there only one night, but his automobile blowed up or busted out somethin’ and they had to send to Boston to get a new one.  It’s a dreadful expensive kind of a one, the auto is, one of them—­them Pieced-Arrows, all upholstery and drapery window curtains and places to put bouquets and your feet in winter to warm ’em—­your feet, I mean, not the bouquets—­and—­”

“There, there, Primmie,” said Martha.  “That will do.  For mercy sakes, how did you find out all that?”

“Their chauffeur told me.  I know him, too.  Him and me was introduced last night when he stopped in to get a drink of water.  His name is Kelly, and he—­”

“Wait a minute.  When you and he were introduced, you say?  Who introduced you?”

“Why, he did, Miss Martha.  You see, he was comin’ along by and he see me out settin’ on the side steps, you know.  And he stopped and he says:  ‘You look lonesome’ he says.  ‘Well,’ says I, ’I may look so, but I ain’t; my savin’ soul, no!’ Then he wanted to know if he couldn’t have a drink of water and, of course—­”

“Yes, I see—­of course.  I think you had better sit in the house this evenin’, Primmie.”

The “Pieced-Arrow” car, with Mr. Kelly on the driver’s seat and Mr. and Mrs. Williams inside, left East Wellmouth at the end of that week.  Yet once more before the season closed Galusha fancied that he caught a glimpse of that car’s owner.  The time was the first week in September and Galusha, returning later than usual along the path from South Wellmouth, saw two figures walking along the beach of the inlet.  They were a good way off, but one certainly did resemble Williams as he remembered him.  The brisk step was like his and the swing of the heavy shoulders.  The other figure had seemed familiar, too, but it disappeared behind a clump of beach-plum bushes and did not come out again during the time that Galusha remained in sight.  On reflection the latter decided that he was mistaken.  Of course, Williams could not be one of the pair, having left the Cape.  It was too dark to see plainly; and, after all, it made little difference whether it was he or not.  Mr. Bangs stopped speculating on the subject and promptly forgot it entirely.