"But I've played myself out—for this time. It's dark—quite dark—and I didn't notice. I must get a light."
"I must go. I have never heard playing like that—never. I'll take much of it home with me."
"Come and get more any time," she laughed. "When shall I see you again?"
"To-morrow or next day. There are several things to be done here. If I can't come myself, I'll send Gus."
"Try to come yourself," said Faith Winton.
Angus, as he rode homeward, found himself dwelling on these words.
CHAPTER XX
AN ENEMY AT WORK
Spring merged into early summer, and Jean came home. Angus met her, and before they were clear of town he was undergoing a feminine cross-examination as to Faith Winton.