She gave Al Dobbin the spurs again and once more he moved into a fast gallop over the dunes.
Again the whip cracked behind her! And again! (Two cracks.)
Al Dobbin stood on his hind legs neatly and pawed gracefully.
Plainly he was bidding for a lump of sugar.
And all she could possibly have offered him was a cigarette!
Once more Verbeena spurred him to a start.
“A blooming circus creature,” she gasped, “and in pursuit must be his trainer. And where the deuce is Musty? He must have stolen this fancy ballet horse from the husky white ulster now so rapidly approaching! The rotter! I suspected Musty from the first but didn’t care to mention it to Tawdry. Wisht I had! Still, when one adventures, why——”
Crack! Crack! Crack! (Three cracks.)
Immediately Al Dobbin knelt to pray.