"God!—it will be a hard promise to keep if ever I come across him. But I do promise, just because I like you, George, as I hate him."
"May I keep this meantime?" I asked, holding up Harry's letter to Peggy.
"No! Give it to me. I might need it."
"But I might find greater use for it, Jim. Won't you let me have it, for a time at least?"
"Oh! all right, all right," he answered, spreading his hands over his leather apron.
I left him there amid the roar of the fire and the odour of sizzling hoofs, and wended my way slowly up the dust-laden hill, back home, having forgotten entirely, in the great sorrow that had fallen, to tell Jim my object in calling on him that day.
CHAPTER IV
Viscount Harry, Captain of the Guards
On nearing home, I noticed the "Flying Dandy," Harry's favourite horse, standing at the front entrance in charge of a groom.