"It is just possible," he said, "but he only does that old trick for a signal. Gheena knows it. But she was at the school-house this afternoon."
Gheena and Mrs. Weston stood together in the doorway, talking earnestly.
"Why is he always upon those cliffs?" said Gheena. "Why always out alone?"
"These are things which make one thoughtful," said Violet. "But I can't believe in much real mischief down here. It's so out of the way."
The spring slipped on before Gheena went out again to the cliffs. She hurt her foot out hunting, knocking it against a gate, and was too lame to scramble over rough ground.
Psyche had learnt to sit on at her jumps now, but custom brought no abatement of her joy in the chase.
She still glowed and cried out, and still as a shadow followed the Master.
He got used to the little white face close behind him, to shining eyes filled with admiration.
"It's so wonderful! You just blew the horn and squiggled them along and they bow-wowed again," was one of Psyche's happy remarks.
"Gave tongue," said Darby politely.