The Brook 



think him so unsportsmanlike, he really hadn't 

 intended it like that. He wished he could tell her 

 so. Some day he would, he determined. 



The hounds were drawing close now, following 

 after the Master. They were a w ell-drafted look- 

 ing lot, and the horse too, the Master rode was good 

 to look upon. Striving stared. There was some- 

 thing very familiar about the way the master stuck 

 out his feet and kept whistling all the time he rode. 

 Striving thought he could almost catch the tune. 

 He did at last, and stared harder than ever. Why 

 it was Jerry himself, Jerry of the old days. They 

 recognized each other simultaneously and the 

 Master gave a great shout that put the hounds into 

 an ecstacy of frenzied delight. Striving sprang 

 forward dow^n the road to meet the spurred 

 horse and the two men's hands clasped. The 

 others watched in w^onder, no one had ever seen 

 Jerry Riker show^ enthusiasm before for anything 

 but horses and hounds. 



"Splendid," he cried, "you've been coming for 

 over five years, but it's all right so you've come 

 at last." 



Striving shook his head. 



"Can't. I'm on my way to New York to try a 

 case in the Court of Appeals. That's my train." 

 He pointed backwards over his shoulder. The 

 other looked up and suddenly began to holloa. 



