“I don’t guess anything about it,” answered Susan.
“Perhaps he’s gone to see some of his relations,” remarked Joel.
“He hasn’t got many of them,” said the housekeeper. “His brother is dead, and this boy is the only child; and old Mr. Berkeley only had two sons and a daughter; and she married a Frenchman, and died somewhere out West. Godfrey was the youngest, but he got this place; though, whether the old man ever built houses for the others I don’t know.”
Joel laughed.
“Then he hasn’t much of a family to visit, and perhaps he’ll be back all the sooner.”
“Humph!” said Susan. “He’s gone to see no relations.”
And she went back to the house.
CHAPTER VI.
ARABIAN BLOOD.
Philip made up his mind that he would ride into town in a quiet and dignified way. To be sure, he would have been glad to find out what Jouncer was really made of, and whether or not, if he were put to his mettle, he would show any signs of that Arabian blood which some of the boys believed to be coursing in his veins. But he would do nothing of this kind to-day. He was going on a business errand, to see one of the principal men of Boontown, and he would ride his uncle’s horse as his uncle always rode him.