"The 'dog' was whipped at the first streak of daylight this morning,"
the Virginian answered. "That particular 'dog' is now in a special
little kennel at the hospital. Hasn't he learned anything? He
knows more about practical chivalry than he did last night."

"This talk is getting a bit savage," laughed Dick. "Let me call
your attention to the beauty of the view here."

The view was, indeed, a striking one. The two couples had halted
at a rock-strewn point on the walk. The beauty of the woods was
all about them.

Through the trees to the east they could see the Hudson, almost
at their feet, yet far below them. Looking northward, they saw
a noble sweep of the same grand river, above the bend.

"Come forward a bit" urged Anstey of Belle. "I want to show you
a beautiful effect across the river."

As they passed on, just out of sight, Greg Holmes came along,
talking animatedly with Miss Griffin. At sight of Laura, Greg
halted, and the four young people chatted. At last Holmes and
Miss Griffin passed on to speak to Belle.

"I feel as if I could spend an entire day on this beautiful spot,"
murmured Laura contentedly.

"Let me fix a seat for you," begged Dick, spreading his handkerchief
on a flat rock.