“Seven.”

“What—­missed only once?”

“I took a knot fer a squirrel once,” said Chad.

The Major roared aloud.

“Did I say I was going to teach you to shoot, Chad?”

“Yes, sir.”

The Major chuckled and that day he told about those squirrels and that knot to everybody he saw.  With every day the Major grew fonder and prouder of the boy and more convinced than ever that the lad was of his own blood.

“There’s nothing that I like that that boy don’t take to like a duck to water.”  And when he saw the boy take off his hat to Margaret and observed his manner with the little girl, he said to himself that if Chad wasn’t a gentleman born, he ought to have been, and the Major believed that he must be.

Everywhere, at school, at the Deans’, with the darkies—­with everybody but Conners, the overseer, had became a favorite, but, as to Napoleon, so to Chad, came Waterloo—­with the long deferred tournament came Waterloo to Chad.

And it came after a certain miracle on May-day.  The Major had taken Chad to the festival where the dance was on sawdust in the woodland—­in the bottom of a little hollow, around which the seats ran as in an amphitheatre.  Ready to fiddle for them stood none other than John Morgan himself, his gray eyes dancing and an arch smile on his handsome face; and, taking a place among the dancers, were Richard Hunt and—­Margaret.  The poised bow fell, a merry tune rang out, and Richard Hunt bowed low to his little partner, who, smiling and blushing, dropped him the daintiest of graceful courtesies.  Then the miracle came to pass.  Rage straightway shook Chad’s soul—­shook it as a terrier shakes a rat—­and the look on his face and in his eyes went back a thousand years.  And Richard Hunt, looking up, saw the strange spectacle, understood, and did not even smile.  On the contrary, he went at once after the dance to speak to the boy and got for his answer fierce, white, staring silence and a clinched fist, that was almost ready to strike.  Something else that was strange happened then to Chad.  He felt a very firm and a very gentle hand on his shoulder, his own eyes dropped before the piercing dark eyes and kindly smile above him, and, a moment later, he was shyly making his way with Richard Hunt toward Margaret.

It was on Thursday of the following week that Dan told him the two rams were once more tied in his father’s stable.  On Saturday, then, they would have the tournament.  To get Mammy’s help, Margaret had to tell the plan to her, and Mammy stormed against the little girl taking part in any such undignified proceedings, but imperious Margaret forced her to keep silent and help make sashes and a tent for each of the two knights.  Chad would be the “Knight of the Cumberland” and Dan the “Knight of the Bluegrass.”  Snowball was to be Dan’s squire and black Rufus, Harry’s body-servant, would be squire to Chad.  Harry was King John, the other pickaninnies would be varlets and vassals,