I regret that I have an engagement with Mr.Rivers," said John, with the prim manner he was fast losing.
"By George!" murmured Penhallow as he rose.
John looked up puzzled, and his uncle, much amused, went to get his boots and riding-dress.

"Wait till I get you on a horse, my Lord Chesterfield," he muttered.

"He and Leila must have had a row.

What about, I wonder." He asked no questions.
With a renewal of contentment and well-pleased, John called for the rector.

They went away into the forest to the cabin.
"And so," said Rivers, "this is where the first Penhallow had his Indian fight.