onging to Lord George, and Lord George's servant, at the corner of
the farm-yard, got into the buggy, and was driven back to Kilmarnock
by the man who had accompanied poor Mr. Nappie in their morning's
hunt on wheels after the hounds.

"Upon my word, I was very sorry," said Frank as he rode back with his
friends to Kilmarnock; "and when I first really understood what had
happened, I would have done anything. But what could I say? It was
impossible not to laugh, he was so unreasonable."

"I should have put my whip over his shoulder," said a stout farmer,
meaning to be civil to Frank Greystock.

"Not after using it so often over his horse," said Lord George.

"I never had to touch him once," said Frank.

"And are you to have it all for nothing?" asked the thoughtful
Lizzie.

"He'll send a bill in, you'll find," said a bystander.

"Not he," said Lord George. "His grievance is worth more to him than
his money."

No bill did come to Frank, and he got his mount for nothing. When
Mr. MacFarlane was applied to, he declared that no letter ordering a
horse had been delivered in his establishment. From that day to this
Mr. Nappie's grey horse has had a great character in Ayrshire; but
all the world there says that its owner never rides him as Frank
Greystock rode him that day.

VOLUME II

CHAPTER XXXIX

Sir Griffin Takes an Unfair Advantage

We must return to the unfortunate Lucinda, whom we last saw
struggling with her steed in the black waters of the brook which she
attempted to jump. A couple of men were soon in after her, and she
was rescued and brought back to the side from which she had taken off
without any great difficulty. She was neither hurt nor frightened,
but she was wet through; and for a while she was very unhappy,
because it was not found quite easy to extricate her horse. During
the ten minutes of her agony, while the poor brute was floundering in
the mud, she had been quite disregardful of herself, and had almost
seemed to think that Sir Griffin, who was with her, should go into
the water after her steed. But there were already two men in the
water, and three on the bank, and Sir Griffin thought that duty
required him to stay by the young lady's side. "I don't care a bit
about myself," said Lucinda, "but if anything can be done for poor
Warrior!" Sir Griffin assured her that "poor Warrior" was receiving
the very best attention; and then he pressed upon her the dangerous
condition in which