"Ah, you, Bernel, as soon as you've done your supper run over and tell
Mr. Le Pelley that his white stallion is on our common, and he'd better
send for him."
"I'll ride him home," said the boy exultingly.
"No you won't, Bern," said his sister quickly. "He's not safe. You know
what an awkward beast he is at times, and you could never get him across
the Coupee."
"Pooh! I'd ride him across any day."
"Promise me you won't," she said, with a hand on his arm.
"Oh, well, if you say so," he grumbled. "I could manage him all right
though."
Just then the doorway darkened and two young men entered, and threw
their caps on the green bed, and sat down with an awkward nod of
greeting to the company in general.
"My son Tom," said Mr. Hamon, and Tom jerked another awkward nod towards
the stranger. "And Peter Mauger"--Peter repeated the performance, more
shyly and awkwardly even than Tom, from a variety of reasons.
Tom was at home, and he had not even been invited--except by Tom. And
strangers always made him shy. And then there was Nance, with her great
eyes fixed on him, he knew, though he had not dared to look straight at
her.
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