He stared straight into the eyes of the girl and once more received from
her that frank and wondering gaze which had touched him so strangely
when he had seen her first on the broad highway. His face was white
under the tan. His hands trembled as he replaced his hat. In his
heart he was saying farewell to her and his eyes expressed some of his
emotion.

"You may take your own time, sir," said the girl. "This gentleman and
I have finished our conversation." She passed Farr, looking him up and
down with increasing curiosity and dawning recognition, and when her
escort called to her impatiently, she caught her skirts around her and
ran toward the glade where the others of the party were chattering over
their hampers.

The lover started away slowly and sullenly on her trail, with only a
glance at this blundering stranger.

"No, they do not sing serenades under windows any more--nor has the
stone age returned with its love-making manners," remarked Farr, his
lips trembling and his emotion still in his eyes. "There are some
manners which ware worse, however, than knocking maidens down with
clubs."

The other man snapped himself around on his heels.

"Damn you, you're that fresh hobo! I don't forget a man who shoots off
low-down sneers at me. Here! You come back here! I want to ask a few
questions, my man."

Farr continued on his way, opening his book.