“Yes, sir. He is on the lawn, tied to your fence. His hoofs may now be in a flower bed.”
“It doesn't matter, Dick. People are not thinking much of flower beds nowadays. My own horse is further down the lawn between the pines, and as he is an impatient beast it is probable that he has already dug up a square yard or two of turf with his hoofs. How did you get in, Dick?”
“You forgot about the front door, sir, and left it open six or seven inches. I thought some plunderer was within and entered, to find you.”
“I must have been watched over to-night when forgetfulness was rewarded so well. Dick, we've found out what we came for and neither should linger here. Do you need anything?”
“Nothing at all, sir.”
“Then we'll go.”
Colonel Kenton carefully closed and fastened the window and door again and the two mounted their horses, which they led into the road.
“Dick,” said the colonel, “you and I are on opposing sides, but we can never be enemies.”
Then, after a strong handclasp, they rode away by different roads, each riding with a lighter heart.