"I'll mind this to you." But before they took the descent to the Night Hawk ravine, they heard a thunder of hoofs, and wheeling, found Kalman bearing down upon them.
"Mercy me!" cried Aunt Janet, "what's wrang wi' the lad ?" "I have come to say good-by," he shouted, his broncho tearing up the earth by Marjorie's side.
Reaching out his hands, he drew her toward him and kissed her before them all, once, again, and yet again, with Aunt Janet screaming, "Mercy sakes alive! The lad is daft! He'll do her a hurt!" "Hoots! woman, let the bairns be," cried Marjorie's father.
"He saved her for us." But having said his farewell, Kalman rode away, waving his hand and singing at the top of his voice his Hungarian love-song, "While the flower blooms in the meadow, And fishes swim the sea, Heart of my heart, soul of my soul, I'll love and live for thee," which none but Marjorie could understand, but they all stood watching as he rode away, and listening, "With my lances at my back, My good sword at my knee, Light of my life, joy of my soul, I'll fight, I'll die for thee!" And as the song ceased she rode away, and as she rode she smiled..