Her logic seemed rather feeble to Gay, but as he had told himself often before, Kesiah never could argue.
"I hear the fellow's come out quite surprisingly. Mr. Chamberlayne tells me he is speaking now around the neighbourhood, and he has a pretty command of rough and ready oratory."
"I suppose that is why Molly is so anxious to hear him. She has ordered her horse to ride over to a meeting at Piping Tree this afternoon."
"What?" He stared in amazement.
"Young Revercomb is going to speak at an open air meeting of some kind—political, I imagine—and Molly is going to hear him."
His answer was a low whistle. "At what time?" he asked presently.
"She ordered her horse at three—the very hottest part of the day."
"Well, she'll probably have sunstroke," Gay replied, "but at any rate,
I'll not let her have it alone."