“She threw her rider yesterday and fell on him”—
“And killed him?”
“No. That’s the reason why I have ordered her to be shot. I keep no animals that are not dangerous—I should add—deadly!” He hissed the last sentence between his teeth, and a gloomy frown descended over his calm brow.
I affected to turn over the tradesmen’s bills that lay on the table, for, like all of the Heavystone race, Guy seldom paid cash, and said,—
“You remind me of the time when Leonidas”—
“Oh, bother Leonidas and your classical allusions. Come!”
We descended to dinner.
CHAPTER III
“He carries weight, he rides a race, ’Tis for a thousand pound.”