It was answered--twice--from a clump of elder-bushes that grew in a fence-corner fifty yards west of the pasture bars.

Then the barrel of a squirrel rifle issued, lifted out of the white elder-blossoms, and lay along the fence.

The music in the house across the way ceased, and Harkless saw two white dresses come out through the long parlor windows to the veranda.
"It will be cooler out here," came the voice of the singer clearly through the quiet.

"What a night!" John vaulted the bars and started to cross the road.

They saw him from the veranda, and Miss Briscoe called to him in welcome.