"
"Well, you know, I saw service in the army," apologized his lordship,
with a pale smile. "Get ep!" to the horse.
"What's your hurry?" asked Shaw, grinning broadly as he came up to the
log.
"Don't--don't you dare to step over that log," shouted Bazelhurst.
"All right. I see. But, after all, what's the rush?" The other was
puzzled for the moment.
"I'm practising, sir," he said unsteadily. "How to mount on a run,
demmit. Can't you see?"
"In case of fire, I imagine. Well, you made excellent time. By the
way, what has this envelope to do with it?"
"Who are you, sir?"
"Shaw. And you?"
"You'll learn when you read that document. Take it home with you."
"Ah, yes, I see it's for me. Why don't you untie that hitch rein?
And what the dickens do you mean by having a hitch rein, anyway? No
rider--"
"Confound your impudence, sir, I did not come here to receive
instructions from you, dem you," cried his lordship defiantly. He had
succeeded at that moment in surreptitiously slashing the hitch rein in
two with his pocket-knife. There was nothing now to prevent him
from giving the obtrusive young man a defiant farewell. "I am Lord
Bazelhurst. Good day, sir!"
"Just a minute, your lordship," called Shaw. "No doubt you were timing
yourself a bit ago, but that's no reason why you should leave your
watch on my land. Of course, I've nothing against the watch, and,
while I promise you faithfully that any human being from your side of
the log who ventures over on my side shall be ejected in one way or
another, it would seem senseless for me to kick this timepiece into
the middle of next week.
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