then climbed back into the saddle with the red fox's brush, just as his uncle and Charley came cantering up.
"You young scrapegrace, what do you mean cutting in on the hunt in this way? Didn't you know that stallion might have killed you?
"He came mighty near it if I am any judge. What do you mean taking a horse and following the hunt without my leave?"
"I didn't mean to, Uncle," stammered the boy.
"You didn't mean to. I don't see how you could do it and not mean to. Don't you know there isn't a nigger on the plantation who would dare saddle Sultan? He might have killed you."
"Yes, I know they are all afraid of him. I didn't want to saddle him myself, but I—I had to, Uncle."
"You had to. What foolishness is this?"
"You see Uncle, Margaret she—the Kentucky Babe, she"
"Margaret, Kentucky Babe, what has that got to do with you and the stallion?"
