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THE ROMANCE OF RUNNIBEDE
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her hind legs. Gad! What a scatter she made!

"Whoa, you little beggar," and reaching from his saddle, Tom patted her on the neck to calm her, while I, shaking all over, wasn't sure if I was still in the saddle or not. "She don't like the smell of them, Jim."

The interview was soon over. Then, saluting the king and wishing all the tribe a good-night, the Governor turned to Hyperion and White Wings, and, as silent as the stars, he led the way back to Runnibede. When we mounted the verandah we found the lights still burning brightly, with Mary Rumble and Mrs. Channing sitting up, waiting and watching, their eyes red eyes tear-stained.

"Don't make a noise," they whispered to the Governor, as we entered the room. "Mrs. Winchester has just fallen asleep." Poor mother.

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