The Hon. Sam sat down, muttering, for
he did not like Marston:

``Wenchless springal!''

Just then my attention was riveted on
Mollie and little Buck. Both had been
staring silently at the knights as though
they were apparitions, but when Marston
faced them I saw Buck clutch his sister's
arm suddenly and say something excitedly
in her ear. Then the mouths of both tightened
fiercely and their eyes seemed to be
darting lightning at the unconscious knight,
who suddenly saw them, recognized them,
and smiled past them at me. Again Buck
whispered, and from his lips I could make
out what he said:

``I wonder whar's Dave?'' but Mollie
did not answer.

``Which is yours, Mr. Budd?'' asked
the little sister. The Hon. Sam had
leaned back with his thumbs in the arm-
holes of his white waistcoat.

``He ain't come yet. I told him to come
last.''