mouthed they stared.

``Hit's the same hoss--hit's Dave!''
said Buck aloud.

``Well, my Lord!'' said Mollie simply.

The Hon. Sam rose again.

``And who is Sir Tardy Knight that
hither comes with masked face?'' he asked
courteously. He got no answer.

``What's your name, son?''

The white mask puffed at the wearer's
lips.

``The Knight of the Cumberland,'' was
the low, muffled reply.

``Make him take that thing off!''
shouted some one.

``What's he got it on fer?'' shouted
another.

``I don't know, friend,'' said the Hon.
Sam; ``but it is not my business nor prithee
thine; since by the laws of the tournament