Thank you, Hetty." "Good night, Thursday." "Will you be able to sleep to-night ?" "I'm going straight to bed.

The rumpus has quieted my nerves." "Good night, then." In the early morning Mr.Merrick was awakened by a red glare that flooded his bedroom.

Going to the window he found the sky at the north full of flame.

He threw on his bathrobe and went to the door of Arthur Weldon's room, arousing the young man with a rap on the panels.
"The settlement at Royal is burning," he reported.
Arthur came out, very weary and drowsy, for he had not been asleep long and the strenuous work of the night had tired him.
"Let it burn," he said, glancing through a window at the lurid light of the conflagration.

"We couldn't be of any use going over there and, after all, it isn't our affair to relieve Skeelty." Then he told Uncle John of the riot in the village, for the old gentleman had been sound asleep when the party returned to the farm.
"The blaze is the work of those crazy strikers, I suppose," said Mr.
Merrick.