line between his handsome eyes.

"Owen, don't look like that! I don't want you to!" she said
imperiously.

He laughed. "You said that exactly like Effie. What do you
want me to do? To race with you as I do Effie? But I
shouldn't have a show!" he protested, still with the little
frown between his eyes.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To the kennels. But there's not the least need. The vet
has seen Garry and he's all right. If there's anything you
wanted to tell me----"

"Did I say there was? I just came out to meet you--I wanted
to know if you'd had good sport."

The shadow dropped on him again. "None at all. The fact is
I didn't try. Jean and I have just been knocking about in
the woods. I wasn't in a sanguinary mood."

They walked on with the same light gait, so nearly of a
height that keeping step came as naturally to them as
breathing. Anna stole another look at the young face on a
level with her own.

"You DID say there was something you wanted to tell me,"
her step-son began after a pause.