"I may be a peripatetic philosopher, for all you know," said Farr,
teasingly. "There are knights in fustian as well as knights in armor."

"I think thee is of more account than thy clothing indicates," stated
the son, regarding the stranger keenly. "And thee carries a rose in thy
hand. Little things tell much."

Farr put the flower into his pocket. "Don't fool yourself about me," he
said, roughly.

"Thy speech has betrayed thee," insisted the other.

"I have met crib-crackers who were college men--and pocket dictionaries
are cheap. And so good day to you, gentlemen."

"Wait one moment!" appealed the man in armor. His face softened when he
approached his father.

"We have talked much and there is no more to say to each other now.
I have served here patiently many years. If I leave thee for a little
while there is old Ben to wait and tend. And I will come back after I
have done my duty."

"I will stay alive so that I can bail thee out of prison," his father
informed him, sourly. "Go on, thou fool; learn thy lesson! The world is
all right as it is; it will cuff the ears of meddlers. But go on!"

"I would rather thee would show another spirit at parting--but have it
thy way," returned the son, with Quaker repression of all emotions. He