"Come," said Kenny, his color high. "We'll be facin' it now."
They went in silence through the pines.
CHAPTER XLII
THE END OF KENNY'S SONG
A light flickered on the porch where Hannah hovered around the supper table, puzzled and annoyed.
"I'm glad somebody's come at last," she exclaimed a trifle tartly. "Every bug on the ridge has been staring at the supper table through the screens. And I promised Mis' Owen to drive over there to-night with Hughie."
"Where's Brian?"
"He went down to the village with Joan."
"And Don?"