“Thanks, no.”
“I reckon you had better not,” Julian drawled. “A horse generally knows when you’re afraid of her.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid,” said Winthrop. “I dare say I’d manage to stick on, but it is some time since I’ve ridden and my efforts would only appear ridiculous to one of your grace and ability.”
“Your modesty does you credit, if your discretion doesn’t,” replied the other, with a disagreeable laugh. “I hadn’t done you justice, Mr. Winthrop, it seems.”
“How is that?” asked Winthrop, smilingly.
“Why, it seems that you possess two virtues I had not suspected you of having, sir.”
“You wound me, Mr. Wayne. I pride myself on my modesty. And as for discretion——”
“You doubtless find it useful at such times as the present,” sneered Julian.
“I really almost believe you are suspecting me of cowardice,” said Winthrop, pleasantly.