"Marvellous horsemanship," exclaimed Hardinge with enthusiasm. "The animal must be an Arabian or some other thoroughbred. Whose can he be? There is no such horse in these parts or I should have known it. And yet it is hardly possible that he should have come along with Arnold's expedition."
"And the rider?" murmured Pauline, advancing several steps in the earnestness of her gaze.
"Yes, the rider," continued Roderick. "See he lives in the horse and the horse in him. They seem to form part and parcel of one another. A magnificent fellow."
"Impossible," said Pauline, shading her eyes with her hand to sharpen her vision. "It cannot be."
"What?" queried Roderick.
"I thought perhaps...."
"But it is, Pauline."
"You don't mean it?"
"It is no other."
"Cary Singleton!"