a gallop over every one of those seven blessed miles.
"Well," she said, "are you going to ride on? Or are you going to sit there like a lot of grinning hoodlums?"
Ump pulled off his hat and swept a laughable bow over his saddle horn. "Where are you goin', my pretty maid?" he chuckled.
She straightened in the saddle, then dropped him a courtesy as good as he had sent, and answered, "Fair sir, I ride 'cross country on my own business." And she gathered up the bridle in her supple little hand.
Jud laughed until the great thicket roared with the echo. Sir Questioner had caught it on the jaw.
"My dear Miss Touch-me-not," I put in, "let me give you a piece of advice. That horse is winded. If you start him on the gallop, you 'll burst him."
She lifted her chin and looked me in the eye. "A thousand thank you's," she said, "and for advice to you, sir, don't believe anything you hear." Then she turned Brown Rupert and rode down the way she had come,
