“Well, whatever ails her, there’s no use in your standing there looking at me,” replied Willy. “I can get home all right. I don’t want Theo to lose the run, and you’ll head them yet if you put on the pace.”
His magnanimity was almost more crushing than his wrath. I was filled with contrition for my heartless amusement, and begged to be allowed to stay with him. But I was given no voice in the matter; my offer was scouted, and before I had fairly grasped the situation, I was galloping up a narrow mountain road after Nugent O’Neill.
CHAPTER XI
NUGENT O’NEILL.
“He is the toniest aristocrat on the boat.”
After we had gone about a quarter of a mile, my companion pulled up.
“I think our best chance is to wait here,” he said, “From the way the hounds were running, they are almost certain to come this way eventually.”