She thought her husband was a very wise man; but she took up her key basket and went off to the pantry with an air that indicated that she had ideas of her own upon the subject in question.
Kate had no fears for Harry.

She had unbounded faith in his good sense and his bravery, if he should happen to get into danger.
The fact is, she was quite a brave girl herself; and brave people are very apt to think their friends as courageous as themselves.
When Harry and Uncle Braddock reached the village they found several of the older inhabitants on the store porch, and they met with an enthusiastic reception.
And when, later in the afternoon, most of the men who had gone out after George Mason, returned from their unsuccessful expedition, the discussion in regard to Mason's strange proceeding grew very animated.
Some thought he had only intended to play a trick; others that he had been unable to get away with the horses, as he had hoped to do when he had taken them.
But nobody knew anything about the matter excepting George Mason himself, and he was not there to give the village any information.
As for Harry, he did not stay long to hear the discussions at the store.
His mind was full of a much more important matter and he ran off to find Kate.

He wanted to talk over his latest impressions with her.
When he reached the house, where his appearance greatly tranquillized his mother's mind, he found Kate in the yard under the big catalpa-trees, always a favorite place of resort in fine weather.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried, when she saw him, "did they find the horses ?" "No," said Harry; "they didn't find them." "Oh, what a pity! And some of them were borrowed horses.

Tony Kirk had Captain Caseby's mud-colored horse.

I don't know what the captain will do without him." "Oh, the captain will do very well," said Harry.
"But he can't do very well," persisted Kate.