Let the young villain loose.' Chris liberated the boy, and filled his pockets with fruit before sending him away.
'My word, you are a brick,' murmured Dick, quite overcome, and then Chris, being hidden from the house by the shrubbery, did an astounding thing; she put her arm about the boy's neck and kissed him, and Dick's face flamed red, and a delicious confusion possessed him.

If he were her worshipper before he was her slave now--her unquestioning, faithful slave.
'You know,' she said, 'I must be your friend, because if it had not been for you my father might have died out there.' Dick had recalled the incident several times lately, but always, it must be regretfully admitted, with a pang of angry compunction.

There were occasions when he felt that it would have been wise to have left the superintendent to his fate.

He wondered now, casually, why the daughter should entertain sentiments of gratitude that never seemed to find a place in the arid bosom of her sire.
'Oh, that ain't nothin',' he said awkwardly, digging his heel into the turf, all aglow with novel emotions.

Never had he felt quite so grand before.
'Dick, will you take a message from me to--to--' The young woman was toying with his sleeve, her cheeks were ruddy, and the girlish timidity she displayed was in quaint contrast with her fine face and commanding figure.
'To Harry Hardy ?' said Dick, with ready conjecture.
'Yes,' said Chris.