Good-night." As he spoke he raised his hat and bowed to the gentleman from whom he was parting.

That rebel to King George gave a great start; then turned very red, and shot a piercing glance at the man on horseback.

The latter's mien was composed as ever, and, with his hat held beneath his arm and his body slightly inclined, he was evidently awaiting a like ceremony of leave-taking on the storekeeper's part.

MacLean drew a long breath, stepped back a pace or two, and bowed to his equal.

A second "Good-night," and one gentleman rode off in the direction of the great house, while the other went thoughtfully back to the store, got a cloth and wiped the dust from the mirror.
It was pleasant riding by the river in the cool evening wind, with the colors of the sunset yet gay in sky and water.