And--don't worry.

Don't cherish apprehension about--anybody." He added, more to himself than to her: "Discipline will be maintained--_must_ be maintained.

There are more ways to do it than by military punishments, I know that now." He looked up, held out his hand, retained hers, and patted it gently.
"Don't worry, child," he said, "don't worry." And went out to the porch thoughtfully, gazing straight ahead of him as his horse was brought up.

Then, gathering curb and snaffle, he set toe to stirrup and swung up into his saddle.
"Ormond!" he called.
Berkley rode up and saluted.
"Ride with me," said Colonel Arran calmly.
"Sir ?" "Rein up on the left." And, turning in his saddle, he motioned back his escort twenty paces to the rear.

Then he walked his big, bony roan forward.
"Ormond ?" "Yes, Colonel." "You ran the guard ?" "Yes, Colonel." "Why ?" Berkley was silent.
The Colonel turned in his saddle and scrutinised him.