Then there came the wind of a horn--a rollicking, rolling, gladsome sound, and in the wink of an eyelid every one was out on the portico straining their eyes, listening eagerly.

A joyous shout now went up from the negroes lining the fences; from the groups about the steps and along the driveway.
"Here she comes!" The leaders with a swing pranced into view as they cleared the gate posts.

There came a moment's halt at the end of the driveway; a postilion vaulted down, threw wide the coach door and a young man sprang in.

It was Harry!...

Snap!! Crack!! Toot--toot!!--and they were off again, heading straight for the waiting group.