“Yes, between five and six o’clock.”
“Did he leave any message?”
“Said he would call to-morrow, in the early part of the day.”
“That’s well. Bill will be able to set him right if any man can. I wish he was here now.”
“Whatever is the matter with the animal?” cried Mrs. Peace.
“He’s been driven at too sharp a pace for one thing, and in the next he has been ailing for some days past. Bill will pull him together.”
“I’m sure I hope he may, but——”
“But what?” said our hero, sharply.
“Why drive him beyond his pace?”
“Mind your own business. What do you know about the matter? Nobody asked you for your opinion, which aint worth much at any time.”