The groom nodded, then added, “Yes, sir,” with a second and deeper nod.
“How do you do it?”
“Draw a line from the eyes to the ears—I mean the opposite ears, sir. And where the lines cross—”
“That will do,” Chris interrupted. “You know the watering place at the second bend. You’ll find Ban there with a broken back.”
* * *
“Oh, here you are, sir. I have been looking for you everywhere since dinner. You are wanted immediately.”
Chris tossed his cigar away, then went over and pressed his foot on its glowing fire.
“You haven’t told anybody about it?—Ban?” he queried.
Lute shook her head. “They’ll learn soon enough. Martin will mention it to Uncle Robert to-morrow.”
“But don’t feel too bad about it,” she said, after a moment’s pause, slipping her hand into his.