“Dick! Dick! I’m an old man. I never mean what I say. I’ll pay—”
The last words were choked with a sigh, and he lay back, breathing heavily.
CHAPTER VII
GOOD-BYE
“Go and get shot!”
The old man’s words rang in Dick’s ears as he rode away.
Well, perhaps he would be. His eyes traveled over the undulating glens of Asherton Park, where beeches and chestnuts in picturesque clumps intersected the rolling grass land, and wondered if this were the last time he would look upon the place. He wondered what Dora would be doing this time next year—if he were shot.
Well, it would be easier to face a rain of bullets than to step into the train that was to carry him away from Dora. To-day, they were to meet and part. To-morrow, he started.