And when I started, her fingers had been clinging tightly together.

At the bottom I turned and waved my hat--and I know she saw that, for she immediately whirled and took to studying the southern sky-line.

So I left her and galloped straight into the lion's den--to use an old simile.
I passed through the gate and up to the house, Shylock pacing easily along as though we both felt assured of a welcome.

Old King met me at his door as I was going by; I pulled up and gave him my very cheeriest good morning.

He looked at me from under shaggy, gray eyebrows.
"You've got your gall, young man, to come this way twice in twenty-four hours," he said grimly.
"You can turn around and go back the way you came in." "You asked me to call," I reminded him mildly.