"There is Bob himself! Good heavens, this paralyzes me! Hey, Bob!
Bob!"

A few minutes later a limping horse dragged his bones into the
courtyard and two shame faced travelers stood before a taunting
quartet, enduring their laughter, wincing under their jests,
blushing like children when the shots went home. For hours they had
driven in a circle, rounding the great row of hills, at last coming
to the very gate from which they had started forth so confidently.
They were tired and hungry and nervous.

"Did you telegraph your mother you were coming?" asked Dickey
Savage.

"We did not even see a telegraph wire," answered Dorothy, dismally.

"What did you see?" he asked, maliciously,

"You should not ask confusing questions, Richard," reprimanded Lady
Jane, with mock severity.

"Well, we'll try it over again to-morrow," decided Quentin,
doggedly.

"Do you expect me to let you kill every horse I own?" demanded Lord
Bob. "They can't stand these round-the-world pleasure trips every
day, don't you know. Glad to oblige you, my boy, but I must be
humane."

That evening Father Bivot came to the castle, just as they were