“Are you going to offer that girl a ride?” he said to Bartlett.
“No, I’m not.”
“I think that is rather uncivil,” he added, forgetting the warning he had had.
“You do, eh? Well, you offer her a ride. You hired the team.”
“By Jove! I will,” said Yates, placing his hand on the outside of the rack, and springing lightly to the ground.
“Likely thing,” growled Bartlett to the professor, “that she’s going to ride with the like of him.”
The professor looked for a moment at Yates, politely taking off his hat to the apparently astonished young woman, but he said nothing.
“Fur two cents,” continued Bartlett, gathering up the reins, “I’d whip up the horses, and let him walk the rest of the way.”
“From what I know of my friend,” answered the professor slowly, “I think he would not object in the slightest.”
Bartlett muttered something to himself, and seemed to change his mind about galloping his horses.