Meanwhile the two horsemen were drawing very near.
Chapter Twelve.
Farewell!
Warren it was who broke the awkwardness of the meeting.
“Hullo, Le Sage,” he sang out as they dismounted. “I lugged this chap over to say good-bye to you. He’s just going to clear. I told him he couldn’t clear without saying good-bye, just because you had a bit of a growl at each other.”
This in his most breezy way. Le Sage put out a hand to Wyvern, though not particularly cordially.
“Oh, you’re really going, are you?” he said.
“Yes. Day after to-morrow. My sale comes off next week, but I shan’t wait for it.”