"Think of what I say, boy," he said to Yarebrough. "I am older than you, and God knows I've earned my experience."
Bud watched him down the hill. When he was greeting his guests at the door of his cabin, Yarebrough picked up the jug and the coin, and disappeared into the woods.
Wendell was taking the baroness off her horse, and Bob was performing the same office for Sydney, when Von Rittenheim reached them.
"We are come to beg a welcome fr-rom you for a few minutes, dear Friedrich," said Hilda, in English.
"Which surely is yours," returned Von Rittenheim, kissing her hand. He turned to Sydney, but she was busy doing something to her saddle, and greeted him over her shoulder. His hand dropped to his side.
"Let me help you tie the horses, Bob," he insisted, and took Sydney's animal from him.
"Dear Yonny," he murmured, in the unresponsive ear, as he fastened him in the shade, and gave him a pat and a lump of sugar from his pocket.
"May we go in?" asked Hilda. "I want to see the state of your storeroom," she added, with an air of protecting care that sat prettily on her youthful face.
"Natürlich," called Friedrich from Johnny's side. "The key of the cupboard is in the table-drawer."
Sydney was alone on the porch when Friedrich came up the steps.