his chief that there was a
knowing-looking fellow he had been round after, but he rather guessed he
was nothing more than "one o' them Southern sportsmen."

The poor fellows at the stable where Dick had left his horse had had
trouble enough with him. One of the ostlers was limping about with a
lame leg, and another had lost a mouthful of his coat, which came very
near carrying a piece of his shoulder with it. When Mr. Venner came back
for his beast, he was as wild as if he had just been lassoed, screaming,
kicking, rolling over to get rid of his saddle, and when his rider was
at last mounted, jumping about in a way to dislodge any common horseman.
To all this Dick replied by sticking his long spurs deeper and deeper
into his flanks, until the creature found he was mastered, and dashed
off as if all the thistles of the Pampas were pricking him.

"One more gallop, Juan?" This was in the last mile of the road before he
came to the town which brought him in sight of the mansion-house. It was
in this last gallop that the fiery mustang and his rider flashed by the
old Doctor. Cassia pointed her sharp ears and shied to let them pass.
The Doctor turned and looked through the little round glass in the back
of his sulky.

"Dick Turpin, there, will find more than his match!" said the Doctor.

CHAPTER XII. THE APOLLINEAN INSTITUTE. (With Extracts from the "Report
of the committee.")

The readers of this narrative will hardly expect any elaborate details
of the educational management of the Apollinean Institute. They cannot
be supposed to take the same interest in its affairs as was shown by
the Annual Committees who reported upon its condition and prospects. As
these Committees were, however, an important part of the mechanism of
the establishment, some general account of their organization and a few
extracts from the Report of the one last appointed may not be out of
place.

Whether Mr. Silas Peckham had some contrivance for packing his
Committees, whether they happened always to be made up of optimists by
nature, whether they were cajoled into good-humor by polite attentions,
or whether they were always really delighted with the wonderful
acquirements of the pupils and the admirable order of the school, it is
certain that their Annual Reports were couched in language which might
warm the heart of the most cold-blooded and calculating father that ever
had a family of daughters to educate. In fact, these Annual Reports