lay in the direction of Marjorie's house. Perhaps he chose to
ride along this way in order that he might be obliged to pass her door,
and then again, perhaps, that was but of secondary import. This was no
time for analysis, and so he refused to study his motives. He did know
that he had not seen her for a long time, the longest time it seemed,
and that he had had no word from her since their last meeting, save the
intelligence received from her father yesterday in response to his
repeated inquiries concerning her welfare and that of her mother.

"Let us turn up here, Dolly, old girl." He leaned forward a little to
pat the mare's neck affectionately as he spoke; while at the same time
he pulled the right rein slightly, turning her head in the direction
indicated. "And, if we are fortunate, we shall catch a glimpse of her."

Dolly raised her ears very erect and opened full her nostrils as if to
catch some possible scent of her, of whom he spoke. She pierced the
distance with her eyes, but saw no one and so settled herself into an
easy canter, for she knew it to be more to her rider's advantage to
proceed at a slowing pace until they had passed the house in question.

"You are an intelligent old girl, Dolly, but I must not let you too far
into the secrets of my mind. Still, you have shared my delights and woes
alike and have been my one faithful friend. Why should I not tell you?"

And yet they had been friends for no great length of time. It was at
Valley Forge they had met, shortly after Stephen's appointment to
General Washington's staff. As an aide he was required to be mounted and
it was by a piece of good fortune that he had been allowed to choose
from several the chestnut mare that now bore him. He had given her the
best of care and affection and she reciprocated in as intelligent a
manner as she knew how.

"You have served well, but I feel that there is much greater work before
us, much greater than our quest of the present."

They were nearing the house. For some reason or other, Dolly whinnied as
he spoke, probably in acquiescence to his thought, probably in
recognition of the presence of her rival. She might have seen, had she
cared to turn her head, a trim, lithe form passing to the rear of the
house. Stephen took pains to see her, however, and, as she turned her
head, doffed his hat in salute. The next moment Dolly felt the reins
tighten, and, whether she desired it or not, found her head turned in
that