It was the same
expression his countenance had worn the night he had gone forth into
the storm to rescue the sinking crew of the _Michleen_ from probable
death; it was the expression his companions dreaded and feared,--the
fighter ready for combat. Yet his antagonist, as he alighted from the
motor-car and crossed the grass in leisurely fashion, appeared to be
anything but a formidable adversary. He came toward Delight, who had
hurried out to meet him, with easy friendliness, his hands extended and
a smile of genuine affection on his face.
"I am glad to see you, my dear," he said, "--and in your own home, too.
I fancy you must have thought me a great while in coming. I was
detained in New York much longer than I expected; otherwise you would
have seen me days ago."
She smiled up into the kindly gray eyes.
"And my, my, my! What a lot of mischief you and Bob have been getting
into in my absence! You sly little puss! You may well blush. The
bare idea of your springing a surprise like that on your new uncle!
Bob has told me all about it," he suddenly became grave, "and I am very
glad for you both.
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