"That is delightfully gratifying," was the reply. "But since I know the lady so well I fear there is another reason forthcoming."
"We are to have a chaperon," resumed Mary. "I signalled Margaret from the Peak of the Buffalo Trails. She will be here—within—an hour or two. Flash has taken to loitering, I fear."
"Yes, we know what a sleepy nag Flash can be when Margaret has so made up her mind."
"You speak as though there is a little plot on foot."
"Rather on four feet, Mary."
Catching his eye Mary laughed.
"But there is another reason?" was his serious question. "Are you in trouble, Mary?"
"No," was her reply. "I am deeply interested in some one other than Mr. Pullar, Jr. And also in a number of things—the Red Knight, for example. Why have you not come over to the school sometimes with your father?"
He looked into her eyes with a frankness that satisfied her. She nodded comprehendingly.
"You did right," said she gently. "We agree that it was best. But I have wanted to consult you about the Red Knight. I think it is such a big, wonderful thing, and it means so much to your father. Do you——"