"Tu quoque," I replied. "You must have done that twelve miles in record time. It is not yet two o'clock."
"I made it in two hours, I think."
"You are an athlete, by Jove!"
"I am no bread-and-butter miss, at any rate. This donkey has a bad pace, don't you think?"
I kicked the brute into a trot and ran beside it. The Hill of Rakh soon began to loom large among the stars on the horizon. "I suppose you were pretty wild at our cavalier treatment of you the other evening," said Miss Ottley.
"Well, yes," I admitted.
"We were sorry when the fight came."
"No doubt," said I.
"It served us right, eh?"