"Get up, get up on your horses," commanded the Duke unceremoniously and like children they obeyed. Alicia stole a look at her lover. She experienced a shock.
His face was set and white, just as she had seen it twice before. There were rigid lines about his mouth and face, and his underjaw was thrust forward so that his whole face was transformed.
"Trot!" he said shortly, and they began their journey homeward.
Now and again Hank would turn in his saddle and look earnestly backward.
"Have you any arms?" asked the Duke suddenly.
"I have always made it a practice——" began Sir Harry.
"Have you got arms?" the Duke cut him short.
"No, I haven't!"
The Duke's lips curled.
"You wouldn't," he said and Sir Harry very rightly resented all that the words implied.