112 JUSTIN MORGAN 



gers; with her face still screened behind the Morgan, she 

 said g-ently, 



''Nay, but I must thank you for these " 



But she was interrupted, brusquely : 



'There is naught to thank me for," he said, with truth. 

 "Thank that Canadian scrub of yours. Since the race is 

 over methinks I have tried conclusions with him before, 

 many years back when we were both younger ; I shall 

 look to it that I am not deceived into competing with 

 him again ! That horse ought to be on The Plains of 

 Abraham ; he is wasted here !" 



Mistress Lloyd extended her hand across the Morgan's 

 neck, and Master Knickerbocker raised it to his lips with 

 his usual grace ; then he swung himself into his saddle 

 and galloped out of sight. 



