“The patient sends his love, and you’re none of you to worry,” he said. “And you’re to tell Brownie to keep the pikelets for to-morrow!”

“Wally snatched it and struck furiously at a lithe form that slid off the railing with a sinuous wriggle, and fell to the ground beneath.”

CHAPTER VI

And stirrup to stirrup we’ll sing as we ride,

To the lights of the township that glimmer and guide.

—W. H. Ogilvie.