“I did not give you any orders, James.”
“No, sir. But Mr. Rassendyll told me not to leave you, unless you sent me away. So I made haste to follow you.”
Then Sapt cried: “Deuce take it, what horse is that?”
“The best in the stables, so far as I could see, sir. I was afraid of not overtaking you.”
Sapt tugged his moustaches, scowled, but finally laughed.
“Much obliged for your compliment,” said he. “The horse is mine.”
“Indeed, sir?” said James with respectful interest.
For a moment we were all silent. Then Sapt laughed again.
“Forward!” said he, and the three of us dashed into the forest.