“You see me safe and sound.” Robin swung himself down from the saddle.
“Markham?”
“Just as the old gentleman planned. A good fight.”
“You killed him?”
“Certainly, child.” Robin gave his bridle into John’s hands, and took off his coat. “Well, I must get me into my petticoats, I suppose. Hey-day!”
“I can find it in me to be sorry for the Markham,” Prudence remarked. “I tell the old gentleman it’s a polite murder.”
“Oh, I did not have it quite all my own way, be sure. He had some knowledge of the duello. I might pity him but for his treatment of Letty. That puts him beyond pity. Well, I’ll away to my dressing-room. Put the horses to, John.” He went with a quick stride to a clump of bushes, and disappeared behind it.
Prudence went to help John with the horses. Busy with a cheek-strap, she said: “Did he fight well, John?”
“You know his way, Miss Prue! Ay, he was like a demon. But the other man had some skill, as he said.” John smiled grimly. “I’d my barker ready.”
Prudence chuckled. “John, John, you’re a rogue! Foul play, and would he ever have forgiven it?”