"Never mind what I said," the other answered. "Keep your —— distance, or I'll puddle you into a pulp."
Jim regarded the other with admiring eyes.
"You learned more at Oxford than I did," he said. "Learned to express yourself at least. If I'd that command of language I'd be in the pulpit or in Parliament to-morrow."
There was the sound of a horse's feet behind them.
Boy was walking Four-Pound-the-Second toward them.
"Good morning, Miss Woodburn," called Joses cheerily. "So you're up to-day."
"Yes," said the girl.
"Going to take him for a spin?"
Boy did not answer.
"Mr. Joses has been doing the spinning this morning," interposed Silver urbanely, holding up the wire.