"Where will you take me?"

"Whithersoever she listed."

"Is it far from here to Tendon Harrow?"

"About sixteen miles."

"Would you mind, Hare?"

"You know I'd love it."

I started up Pomfret, and we settled ourselves in the car. As
luck would have it, I had a second coat with me, and she said she
was quite warm and comfortable.

Presently she told me all that had happened. In the morning she
had ridden alone to hounds. The meet had been at Will Cross.
The mare was keen, and for a few miles all went well. Then the
hounds had split. Most of the field had followed the master, but
she and a few others had followed the huntsman. After a while
she had dropped a little behind. Then there had been a check.
She had seized upon the opportunity it afforded her to slip off
and tighten her girths.

"Wasn't there any man there to- "

"Wait. The next second the hounds picked up the scent again,
and, before I knew where I was, the mare had jerked the bridle
out of my hand and was half-way across the first field."