"Is he thinking of the wolf?"
"Who knows—that active young brain of his goes leaping like a mountain stream. These words have a peculiar significance from him."
"What is it?" she asked.
"My daughter, there are some things I can not tell even you."
She was laughing at the antics of young Dallas, whom Mr. Devering was trying to set on his feet.
"Poor lamb," said this strong man, and he lifted my young master's limp body as easily as if he had been Lammie-noo.
Cassowary and her dog and I trotted alongside, as we went to the house. Her eyes were on Dallas' head bobbing over her father's shoulder.
"Fallen comrade," she said presently, "just rescued from under the guns."
I could see Mr. Devering's broad shoulders shaking with amusement in spite of the burden he carried.
"Cassowary," he said, "there's some truth in that statement of yours, only the guns are family and not enemy."