“Yes,” said Mark, flushing hotly. “Well, what have you to say to it?”
“Nothing,” said the old man softly; “only, boy, that I wish you God speed.”
There was the clatter of hoofs heard through the open window, and Mark hurriedly kissed his sister.
“I’ll take care,” he said, smiling.
“But the Darley men may attack you, Mark,” she whispered excitedly.
“I’m not afraid,” he said, laughing. “Don’t let Ralph Darley die, Master Rayburn; he isn’t such a bad fellow after all.”
“Bah! Bad, indeed,” said the old man, pressing Mark’s arm, and looking at him proudly, “Deal better fellow than you.”
The next minute Mark leaped into the saddle, and the restive cob began to rear.
“Take me with you, Master Mark,” said Dummy, as he held the rein.
“Can’t! Must go alone, Dum. You come by my side to-night.”