"When is he coming back?"
"To-morrow, I suppose. He has been gone a week and he said that he would return in that time. Do you want to see him?"
"No, indeed—I hope I shall never see him again!" said Queenie, shortly, turning back to the window.
The next day while she was watching the mysterious man as he paced up and down the snowy road opposite the house, she saw Leon Vinton ride up to the gate, dismount and tie up his horse.
Involuntarily she looked over at the mysterious stranger. He was rapidly crossing the road toward Leon Vinton.
A gust of wind blew off his broad, slouch hat, and a startled cry broke from Queenie's lips.
She had instantly recognized the man!
It was Farmer Thorn!
She instantly comprehended the object of his daily and nightly espionage.
He was watching for Leon Vinton that he might avenge the wrongs of his daughter.