| CHAPTER I. | IN WHICH HE VOWS A VOW |
| CHAPTER II. | IN WHICH HE CREATES A CIRCUS |
| CHAPTER III. | IN WHICH HE ASSUMES A RESPONSIBILITY |
| CHAPTER IV. | IN WHICH HE MAKES A CONCESSION |
| CHAPTER V. | IN WHICH HE IS ROUGH ON A FRIEND |
| CHAPTER VI. | IN WHICH HE PRESCRIBES FOR HIMSELF |
| CHAPTER VII. | IN WHICH HE CONTINUES TO SAW WOOD |
| CHAPTER VIII. | IN WHICH HE IS UNREASONABLY PREOCCUPIED |
| CHAPTER IX. | IN WHICH HE SUFFERS A DEFEAT |
| CHAPTER X. | IN WHICH HE PROVES HIMSELF A HOST |
| CHAPTER XI. | IN WHICH HE GETS EVEN WITH HIMSELF |
| CHAPTER XII. | IN WHICH HE HAS HIS OWN WAY |
| CHAPTER XIII. | IN WHICH HE MAKES NO EVENING CALL |
| CHAPTER XIV. | IN WHICH HE DEFIES SUPERSTITION |
“There comes the Green Imp.”
“How can you tell?”
“Don't you hear? Red's coming in on five cylinders for all he can get out of 'em. Anybody else would stop and fix up. He's in too much of a hurry—as usual.”
The Green Imp tore past the porch where Burns's neighbours waved arms of greeting which he failed to see, for he did not turn his head. The car went round the curve of the driveway at perilous speed, and only the fact that from road to old red barn was a good twenty rods made it seem possible that the Green Imp could come to a standstill in time to prevent its banging into the rear wall of the barn.
Two minutes later Burns ran by the Chesters' porch on his way to his own. Chester hailed him.
“What's your everlasting hurry, Red? Come up and sit down and cool off.”
“Not now,” called back a voice curtly, out of the June twilight. The big figure ran on and disappeared into the small house, the door slamming shut behind it.
“Red's in a temper. Tell by the sound of his voice.
“Is he ever in anything except a temper?” inquired a guest of the Chesters. Arthur Chester turned on her.