monly acute elbow. The second never fell, for
the footman caught him by the collar and swung him round.

"It's not for the likes of you to 'it Henglish young ladies!" he cried
with patriotic indignation.

Mr. D'Arcy Rosenheimer gasped and gurgled; then he howled furiously,
"Ged out of my house! Now--at once--ged out!"

"And pleased I shall be to go--when I've bin paid my wages. It's a
month to-morrow since I gave notice, anyhow. I've had enough of
furriners," said the footman with cold exultation.

"Go--go--ged oud!" roared Mr. D'Arcy Rosenheimer.

"When I've bin paid my wages," said the footman coldly.

Erebus waited to hear no more. She turned the latch, slipped through
the door, and slammed it behind her. To her dismay she saw a big
motorcar coming round the corner of the house. She mounted quickly and
raced down the drive. Wiggins was already out of sight.

Just outside the lodge gates she found the Terror waiting for her.

"I've sent Wiggins on!" he shouted as she passed.

"Come on! Come on!" she shrieked back. "The beastly foreigner's got a
motor-car!"

He caught her up in a quarter of a mile; and she told him that the car
had been ready to start. They caught up Wiggins a mile and a half down
the road; and all three of them sat down to ride all they knew. They
were fully eight miles from home, and the car could go three miles to
their one on that good road. The Twins alone would have made a longer
race of it; but the pace was set by the weaker Wiggins. They had gone
little more than three miles when they heard the honk of the car as it
came rapidly round a corner perhaps half a mile behind them.

"Go on, Terror!" cried Erebus. "You're the one that matters! You did
the poaching! I'll look after Wiggins! He'll be all right with me."

For perhaps fifty yards the Terror hesitated; then the wisdom of the
advice sank in, and he shot ahead. Erebus kept behind Wiggins; and
they rode on. The car was overhauling them rapidly, but not so rapidly
as it would have done had not Mr. D'Arcy Rosenheimer, who lacked the
courage of his famous grenadier ancestors, been in it. He was howling
at his straining chauffeur to go slower.

Nevertheless at the end of a mile and a half the car was less than
fifty yards behind them; and then a figure came into sight swinging
briskly along.

"It's your father!" gasped Erebus.

It was, indeed, the higher mathematician.

As they reached him, they flung thems