“Hallo! What’s the matter? Anyone hurt?”
“Yes; a bad fall,” said Neil coldly, as his eyes met those of the speaker, the elder of the two Lydons.
“Well, I couldn’t help it,” said the girl rather resentfully. “No fault of mine.”
“Poor old guardy!” cried her sister. “Don’t look like a ride to-day.”
“Not much,” said Saxa. “Did the horse throw him?”
“Fell with him,” said Sir Cheltnam.
“Looked it,” cried Saxa. “I told Dan here that I didn’t like the looks of the mount, but it was no use to tell the old man. He always would have his own way, eh, Dan?”
“Always,” assented her sister.
“Burwood,” cried Neil impatiently, “will you give me your help?”
“Certainly. What shall I do?”