“I’ll watch out for that,” said the boy with such confident gravity that Barbara turned to look at him. “I believe you would,” she murmured. And presently: “What did the Indians call you?” “White Arrow.” “White Arrow. That’s lovely. Why?” “I could outrun all the other boys.” “Then you’ll have to run to-morrow when we go to the fair at Williamsburg.” “The fair?” Barbara explained. For an hour or more they had driven and there was no end to the fields of tobacco and grain. “Are we still on your land?” Barbara laughed. “Yes, we can’t drive around the plantation and get back for dinner. I think we’d better turn now.” “Plan-ta-tion,” said the lad. “What’s that?” Barbara waved her whip. “Why, all this—the land—the farm.” “Oh!” “It’s called Red Oaks—from those big trees back of the house.” “Oh. I know oaks—all of ’em.” She wheeled the ponies and with fresh zest they scampered for home. She even let them run for a while, laughing and chatting meanwhile, though the light wagon swayed from side to side perilously as the boy thought, and when, in his ignorance of the discourtesy involved, he was on the point of reaching for the reins, she spoke to them and pulled them gently into a swift trot. Everybody had gathered for the noonday dinner when they swung around the great trees and up to the back porch. The clamor of the great bell gave its summons and the guests began straggling in by couples from the garden. Just as they were starting in the Kentucky boy gave a cry and darted down the path. A towering figure in coonskin cap and hunter’s garb was halted at the sun-dial and looking toward them. “Now, I wonder who _that_ is,” said Colonel Dale. “Jupiter, but that boy can run!” They saw the tall stranger stare wonderingly at the boy and throw back his head and laugh. Then the two came on together. The boy was still flushed but the hunter’s face was grave. “This is Dave,” said the boy simply. “Dave Yandell,” added the stranger, smiling and taking off his cap. “I’ve been at Williamsburg to register some lands and I thought I’d come and see how this young man is getting along.” Colonel Dale went quickly to meet him with outstretched hand. “I’m glad you did,” he said heartily. “Erskine has already told us about you. You are just in time for dinner.” “That’s mighty kind,” said Dave. And the ladies, after he was presented, still looked at him with much curiosity and great interest. Truly, strange visitors were coming to Red Oaks these days.