were greatly worried, but protest from both was useless.  Before the end of the term he had mounted into college in every study, and was holding his own.  At the end he knew his power—­knew what he could do, and his face was set, for his future, dauntless.  When vacation came, he went at once to the Major’s farm, but not to be idle.  In a week or two he was taking some of the reins into his own hands as a valuable assistant to the Major.  He knew a good horse, could guess the weight of a steer with surprising accuracy, and was a past master in knowledge of sheep.  By instinct he was canny at a trade—­what mountaineer is not?—­and he astonished the Major with the shrewd deals he made.  Authority seemed to come naturally to him, and the Major swore that he could get more work out of the “hands” than the overseer himself, who sullenly resented Chad’s interference, but dared not open his lips.  Not once did he go to the Deans’, and neither Harry nor Dan came near him.  There was little intercourse between the Major and the General, as well; for, while the Major could not, under the circumstances, blame the General, inconsistently, he could not quite forgive him, and the line of polite coolness between the neighbors was never overstepped.  At the end of July, Chad went to the mountains to see the Turners and Jack and Melissa.  He wore his roughest clothes, put on no airs, and, to all eyes, save Melissa’s, he was the same old Chad.  But feminine subtlety knows no social or geographical lines, and while Melissa knew what had happened as well as Chad, she never let him see that she knew.  Apparently she was giving open encouragement to Dave Hilton, a tawny youth from down the river, who was hanging, dog-like, about the house, and foolish Chad began to let himself dream of Margaret with a light heart.  On the third day before he was to go back to the Bluegrass, a boy came from over Black Mountain with a message from old Nathan Cherry.  Old Nathan had joined the church, had fallen ill, and, fearing he was going to die, wanted to see Chad.  Chad went over with curious premonitions that were not in vain, and he came back with a strange story that he told only to old Joel, under promise that he would never make it known to Melissa.  Then he started for the Bluegrass, going over Pine Mountain and down through Cumberland Gap.  He would come back every year of his life, he told Melissa and the Turners, but Chad knew he was bidding a last farewell to the life he had known in the mountains.  At Melissa’s wish and old Joel’s, he left Jack behind, though he sorely wanted to take the dog with him.  It was little enough for him to do in return for their kindness, and he could see that Melissa’s affection for Jack was even greater than his own:  and how incomparably lonelier than his life was the life that she must lead!  This time Melissa did not rush to the yard gate when he was gone.  She sank slowly where she stood to the steps of the porch, and there she sat stone-still.