ng fellow who tackled the bull the other day? Pommy word, he's a
fine-looking fellow; got his arm in a sling, though." And he went out
banging the door.

Gwenda pondered with a brightening look in her face.

The young man who seized the bull! How strange! Reading the lessons!
What was the meaning of that? And with his arm in a sling! It must
have really required attention when he disappeared so mysteriously the
other day. Handsome? Yes, he was very handsome. That broad white
forehead crowned with its tawny clumps of hair! She would like to
thank him once more, for he had certainly saved her life. She rang the
bell, and a maid appeared.

"Lewis, can you tell me who that man was who seized the bull the other
day?"

"'Twas young Owens Garthowen, miss."

"My uncle says he read the lessons in church to-day."

"Yes, I daresay indeed, miss. He's going to be a clergyman, they say.
He hurt his arm shocking the other day, miss, because he went to Dr.
Hughes on his way from here, and he is keeping it in a sling ever
since."

"Where does he live?"

"Oh, about three miles the other side of Castell On, miss, towards the
sea. 'Tis an old grey farmhouse, very old, they say; 'tis on the side
of the hill towards the sea, very high up, too. 'Tis very windy up
there, I should think."

Here the colonel entered again.

"Lewis tells me, uncle, that young man who read the lessons is going to
enter the Church."

"Shouldn't wonder at all; every Cardiganshire farmer tries to send one
son to the Church. There's Dr. Owen, now, he was a farmer's son.
Bless my soul! Why, he is this young man's uncle! Never thought of
that! Of course. He's own brother to Ebben Owens, Garthowen. I don't
think he keeps up any acquaintance with them, though, and, of course,
nobody alludes to them in his presence. I daresay he will take this
young man in hand and we shall have him canon or archdeacon or bishop
very soon."

This was something more for Gwenda to ponder over, and before the day
was ended she had woven quite a halo of romance round Will's
unconscious head.

"Shouldn't we send to ask how his arm is, uncle?"

"Yes; pommy word we ought to. I am going to the meet to-morrow at
Plasdu, 'twill be very little out of my way to go up to the farm and
ask how the young fellow is."

The next afternoon when he returned from the hunt, he brought a fresh
item of news for his niece, for he pitied the girl lying there
inactive, a sta