'Done!' repeated Jack.
'Let's jog on and do it at once while the thing's fresh in our minds,' said Jack, working his horse into a trot.
Sponge did the same; and the grass-siding of Orlantire Parkwall favouring their design, they increased the trot to a canter. They soon passed the park's bounds, and entering upon one of those rarities—an unenclosed common, angled its limits so as to escape the side-bar, and turning up Farningham Green lane, came out upon the Kingsworth and Swillingford turnpike within sight of Hanby House.
'We'd better pull up and walk the horses gently in, p'raps,' observed Sponge, reining his in.
'Ah! I was only wantin' to get home before the rest,' observed Jack, pulling up too.
They then proceeded more leisurely together.
'We'd better get into one of our bedrooms to do it,' observed Jack, as they passed the lodge. 'Just so,' replied Sponge, adding, 'I dare say we shall want all the quiet we can get.'
'Oh no!' said Jack; 'the thing's simple enough—met at such a place—found at such another—killed at so and so.'
'Well, I hope it will,' said Sponge, riding into the stable-yard, and resigning his steed to the care of his groom.
