“I have, sir. How dare you! Let go.”
“Nay: Master Mark would hit me if I did, and Sir Edward’d half-kill me.”
“What nonsense, sir! Let go directly.”
Dummy shook his big head, and trudged on by the pony.
“Oh!” cried the girl, with the tears of vexation rising in her eyes. “I will not be led, as if I were a little child. Go behind, sir, directly.”
“Nay,” growled Dummy.
“Let go, sir, or I’ll beat you with the whip.—Ah! where is it?”
“Beat away,” said Dummy.
“I really will, sir, if you don’t let go.”
Dummy laughed softly, and Mary Eden could not see his face, but she saw his shoulders shaking; and in her anger she leaned forward and tried to drag the rein from the lad’s arm.