IN THE ROAH OF THE SEA 13 



of a horse that makes a great trainer or a great 

 jockey. 



Moriarty was possessed of this knowledge, but 

 he was possessed of many other quaHties as well. 

 He could turn his hand to anything, rabbit- 

 catching, rearing pheasants, snaring birds, doctor- 

 ing dogs, carpentry. 



" Moriarty," said Miss French, when they were 

 out of earshot of the house. 



" Yes, miss," said Moriarty. 



" Drive me to the cUffs." 



Moriarty made no reply, but struck the donkey 

 another drum-sounding blow on the ribs, and 

 pulHng at its bridle turned the vehicle in the 

 direction indicated. 



" You'll be afther loosin' thim things," said 

 Moriarty, without turning his head as he toiled 

 beside the donkey up the steep chff path. 



" I don't care if I do," said Miss French; " be- 

 sides, we can pick them up as we go back — come 

 off! " She was apostrophising the boa. The big 

 hat, the flop of which falhng on the ground had 

 drawn Moriarty's attention, was now followed hj 

 the boa, and Miss French, free of her lendings all 

 but the cloak, sat up a much more presentable and 

 childhke figure, the wind blowing amidst her curls, 

 and her brown seaweed-coloured eyes full of hght 

 and mischief. 



" Now, Moriarty," said Miss French, when she 

 had cleared herself sufficiently for action, " gimme 

 the reins." 



