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.