I don' know when I gwine git yo breakfast." An hour later appeared the master of the house, red and jovial, solicitous for his guest's comfort, and prodigal of suggestions for his ease and entertainment.

Not until Rand was well and gone from Fontenoy would Colonel Dick let his mind rest upon the indubitable fact that here had been an upstart and an enemy.

Hard upon the Colonel's steps came the doctor.

Arm and ankle and wounded head were doing well--there was no fever to speak of--Mr.Rand had an unabused constitution and would make a rapid recovery.

For precaution's sake, best let a little blood.