COMPOS MENTIS
As Diana put her pony to a full gallop and rode him off, Edgerton's mount fell, and the young fellow lay sprawling on the sod.
He was on his feet immediately; so was his polo pony. When Diana pulled up, whirled her mount and came scurrying back, Edgerton had picked up his mallet and stood resting against his saddle.
"All right, Jim?" she asked briefly.
"All right, thanks."
The color had left his face under the tan, and his expression was queer.
"You look rather white," she insisted. "Did Parsnip kick you?"
"It's nothing," he said, smiling. "Put Jack in; I've got some business to talk over with Mr. Rivett."
"You're sure you're all right?"
"What a fuss you are!" he said, leading Parsnip across the field toward a groom.