“I ain’t got the slightest idea, Saint. It sure does cover your face and head.”
“And that,” said Saint slowly, “is your answer, son.”
VI
LUCK found her father at home asleep, but her news was of such importance that she awoke him. He snarled an answer to her call before he realized who had called him.
“I’ve got a new teacher,” she announced, when she had recovered from the effects of his snarling answer.
“Teacher, eh? Who?”
“The old man, with the white beard—Le Saint.”
“Le—” Sleed sat up on the bed and stared at her.