The cheery tune of "Dixie" was continued in the moonlight!
XVI
AS IN DAYS OF OLD
"Rusty! You lazy coon! Get on that horse of yours and hike along to the castle. See—the moon is helping us!"
"Yassir. I was jest finishin' another hunk of po'k-chops dat I forgot an' put in my pocket. Won't you have a bite?"
"No. I want to eat up something worse than pork to-night," and Jarvis swung into the saddle with the lithe skill acquired from childhood days on the backs of Blue-Grass thoroughbreds.
"What was dat gun-play, Marse Warren?" asked Rusty, after he had calculated that they had ridden a respectful distance for inquiries. Rusty had a certain inherited pride!
Jarvis laughed, and the dull glow of his cigarette tip was discernible.
"Oh, Rusty, why worry over history? Leave that sort of thing to these 'spigotties'—that's all they have to think about over here. It was just a question of being 'pinked' or 'pinking' a certain gentleman who was working beyond union hours."