“Thanks. I came with the view of buying a racer. Had you started away?”
“Only down to the stables; you will come right over with me,” he proposed.
“Very good. To go over a stock farm has been a pleasure I have held in reserve until a proper opportunity presented itself. Shall I ride or walk?”
“Dismiss the carriage and be my guest for the day, I will have you a horse brought to ride.”
“Oh, thank you, awfully,” returned the profuse stranger. And he indicated his acceptance by carrying out the host’s suggestion.
“Call for me in time for the east-bound evening train,” he said, to the driver.
Pretty soon the Major had the horse brought, and they rode down to the stables.
“I think, Mr. Frost, I have heard your name before.”
The other felt himself swelling. “I shouldn’t wonder; I am a dauber of portraits, from New York, and you I have heard quite a deal of, through young Milburn.”