“Look here,” cried Dummy, “did you see a young lady on a pony?”
“Yes.”
“Was it going fast?”
“As fast as it could go,” said Ralph haughtily.
“Not running away wi’ her?”
“Yes,” said Ralph, rather enjoying the boy’s anxiety, in his ruffled state.
“I knowed it would: I knowed it would!” cried the boy wildly; “and she would have it out. Here! gone right on?”
“Yes.”
“Ah! And you never tried to stop it. Oh, wait till I see you again!”
Ralph did not feel in the humour to stop and explain to one who had threatened him so offensively, and he would have felt less so still if he had known that Dummy Rugg had followed him that night through the dark woods, till he met his father.