The Brook 



years' growth. Now, what the devil have you 

 been up to? Soaking wet, too. Been in Bab- 

 bington Brook, I bet. Remember what I told 

 you about that? By Jove, you sha'n't ride any 

 more if you can't behave. I'll take your horse 

 away. " 



The color was back in the girl's cheeks. She 

 laughed. 



*' Laugh, you'll see. I'll do it." The Master 

 shook his heavy crop at her. 



Striving stood frowTiing. The girl put her 

 hand on his arm. 



*' Don't mind him, he's always cross like that 

 when he finds I'm all right. It's just because 

 he's scared — isn't it Jerry?" She laughed again. 

 "Jerry, this gentleman pulled me out of Babbing- 

 ton Brook. AVe rode it," she spoke a trifle 

 proudly; "that is, he rode it and I followed him 

 where the fallen tree is." 



"What?" Jerry's mouth hung open. "You, 

 too! Well I'll bed ." 



The Master's horse put out his nose and the 

 girl stroked it. 



"The mare got over clear, but Sportsman 

 jumped short with me and we went in up to our 

 necks. He," she indicated Striving, "dove in 

 after me. You'd better thank him, Jerry, if you 

 care. " 



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