ishment could well be imagined to see Peggy mounted on Kentucky Babe, trotting down the turnpike.
"Peggy, stop; stop, Peggy," cried the boy. "I say, you will kill the mare. Oh please don't go, Sis. Uncle will be furious."
But the wilful girl only waved him a careless farewell as she flicked the spirited mare with her quirt. Then Kentucky Babe broke into a swift gallop and they disappeared down the turnpike like the wind.
Halsey grabbed his cap and started for the stable. He must get some sort of a horse and follow her. Some one must be by her side. She would put the mare over anything that came in their way. Some one must be with her to keep her from killing both the horse and herself. As Halsey opened the stable door he remembered with chagrin that the only horse left in the stable was Sultan, the terrible. The stallion whom no negro dared bridle, much less saddle.
As the boy rushed into the stable, the spirited stallion threw up his head and whin-
