“Barked?”
“I shot between the bark and the limb right under the squirrel, an’ the shock kills ’em. Uncle Dan’l Boone showed me how to do that.”
“Daniel Boone!” breathed Harry. “Do you know Daniel Boone?”
“Shucks, Dave can beat him shootin’.”
And then Hugh came in, pale of face and looking rather ashamed. He went straight to the Kentuckian.
“I was rude to you last night and I owe you an apology.”
He thrust out his hand and awkwardly the boy rose and took it.
“And you’ll forgive me, too, Barbara?”
“Of course I will,” she said happily, but holding up one finger of warning—should he ever do it again. The rest of the guests trooped in now, and some were going out on horseback, some for a sail, and some visiting up the river in a barge, and all were paired off, even Harry.
“I’m going to drive Cousin Erskine over the place with my ponies,” said Barbara, “and——”