“I have heard from my uncle,” I said. “He wants me. I am going to him.”
“If only I had my horse!” he answered.
“Why shouldn't you take Thanatos?” I rejoined.
“No,” he answered, after a moment's hesitation.
“It would be an impertinence. I will walk, and perhaps see you there. It's only sixteen miles, I think.—What a splendid creature he is!”
“He's getting into years now,” I replied; “but he has been in the stable several days, and I am doubtful whether Dick will feel quite at home on him.”
“Then your uncle would rather I rode him! He knows I am no tailor!” said John.
“How?” I asked.
“I don't mean he knows who I am, but he saw me a fortnight ago, in one of our fields, giving Leander, who is but three, a lesson or two. He stopped and looked on for a good many minutes, and said a kind word about my handling of the horse. He will remember, I am sure.”
“How glad I am he knows something of you! If you don't mind being seen with me, then, there is no reason why you should not give me your escort.”