t from me
language--let alone me looks. With a stake in the country, a pew in the
church, and a seat in the House of Mammon. Goodbye! God bless our
gracious King! And to hell with the rights of You and Me!"

He went out and made for the hills, churning his grievances into mud
within him.

He had walked for an hour across the fields, blind and deaf to all about
him, when an insistent sound from the outer world penetrated the
outworks of his disturbed spirit.

He stopped and listened.

Hounds were running. Yes. No. Yes. That musical tow-row, passionate,
terrible, and never-to-be-forgotten, was not to be mistaken.

Hounds were running, and they were coming in his direction at speed.
Joses, always something of a sportsman, came out of himself in his own
despite. He hurried down a bridle-path toward the line of the hunt.

Before him, some fields away, he saw hounds toppling over a hedge like a
breaker curling before it fell. There followed in line horsemen and
horsewomen, singly, straggling, and in groups.

Joses stayed and watched them sweep by some distance from him. The
mutter of horses' feet close at hand struck his ear. He turned and
looked over the hedge. A man and a girl were cantering leisurely toward
him. The man was on a gray, and it was clear from the way the girl
handled her horse that he was young and uncertain of himself.

An imp of malignant deviltry, born of spite and alcohol, bobbed up in
Joses's heart. He ducked behind the hedge, opened his umbrella suddenly,
and twirled it overhead.

Lollypop's nerves were of the very best, but this was altogether too
much for him. He refused suddenly and with a snort, whipped about, swift
as a top, slid up, and collapsed on his side.

Boy was flung forward on her head and shoulder.

A moment she stayed where she was on her hands and knees, clutching at
the bridle. Lollypop floundered to his feet, and tugged to get away,
staring with wide-flung nostrils and trembling flanks at the hedge.

The girl rose slowly to her feet. Her hat was muddy and battered, and
she looked before her foolishly and with dazed eyes.

Silver had galloped up and was on his feet in a minute at her side.

"Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

"I'm all right," she replied sleepily.

Joses was peering over the hedge. It was difficult to say what was in
those shining eyes of his.

"Nasty shy," he said.

Silver looked up.

"I'm coming round to you in a minute, my friend," he said d