Chancing, presently, to look from the window, I beheld a groom who led a horse up and down before the door; and the groom was Adam, and the horse—
I opened the window, and, leaning out, called a name. At the sound of my voice the man smiled and touched his hat, and the mare ceased her pawing and chafing, and turned upon me a pair of great, soft eyes, and snuffed the air, and whinnied. So I leapt out of the window, and down the steps, and thus it was that I met "Wings."
"She be in the pink o' condition, sir," said Adam proudly; "Sir Richard bought 'er—"
"For a song!" added the baronet, who, with Mr. Grainger, had followed to bid me good-by. "I really got her remarkably cheap," he explained, thrusting his fists deep into his pockets, and frowning down my thanks. But, when I had swung myself into the saddle, he came and laid his hand upon my knee.
"You are going to—find her, Peter?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you know—where to look?"
"I think so—"
"Because, if you don't—I might—"
"I shall go to a certain cottage," said I tentatively.