“Rides anything that ever looked through a bridle, I suppose,” said his host, watching him. “She looks a workmanlike person. That brown pony is pretty good; she might like him. I can show you all a bit of Irish jumping—ditches and banks instead of your fly fences.”
“We’ll probably fall off,” said Wally, with conviction.
“Then you’ll find the falling softer than in Australia,” O’Neill said, consolingly. “But I don’t fancy you will give us much fun that way.”
The motor waited at the hall door.
“Con will drop you near your people,” O’Neill said. “I’d like to come with you—but if I overdo things to-day I’ll pay to-morrow; and I’m anxious to see the last of this attack. Will you tell Mr. Linton I hope to call on him in a few days?”
“We’ll be awfully glad to see you,” Wally said. “And thanks ever so for giving me such a good time.”
O’Neill laughed. “Is it me now, to be giving you a good time?” he said. “I thought ’twas the other way round it was. You have helped me through a stiff day, and I’m very grateful.” He shook hands warmly, and the motor whirred away.
He fell close to a man sitting on a fragment of rock and leaning back against the bank.”
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