Haddon sent me after you.'

'I'm glad. Oh, I'm glad!'

He gathered her to his heart, and kissed her again and again.

'Chris,' he said, 'you're not quite fair to the people of Waddy; not a
man or woman of them thinks a mean thought of you.'

'But I cannot bear to face them. Let me go for a time, and I will come
back.'

'An' be my wife?'

'Yes, if you still want me.'

'If! You'll write often.'

'Every day if you wish it, dear.'

'Every day then. Good-bye, my darling. I'll let you go, but not for long.
If you don't come to me soon, I will come to you.'

The parting was long and loving, and then Harry recalled Jock Summers
with a loud cooey. After Chris had been helped into the buggy the old man
glanced sharply at Harry.

'Well, Maister Highwayman?' he said.

'She has promised to be my wife, sir,' said Harry.