THE DEVIL'S POOL
devil of a fellow for running after girls. But I don't believe that he caught her; though, after all, if he had seen her—"
"That is enough, thank you!" And he flew rather than ran to Leonard's stable. Throwing the saddle on the gray's back, he leaped upon it, and set off at full gallop toward the wood of Chanteloube.
His heart beat hard with fear and anger; the sweat poured down his forehead; he spurred the mare till the blood came, though the gray needed no pressing when she felt herself on the road to her stable.
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