"I thought Mr.
Thompson said you were over there yesterday ?" Ripton, glad to speak the truth, hurriedly assured Adrian that it was not he had said so.
"Not?
You had good sport, gentlemen, hadn't you ?" "Oh, yes!" mumbled the wretched victims, reddening as they remembered, in Adrian's slightly drawled rusticity of tone, Farmer Blaize's first address to them.
"I suppose you were among the Fire-worshippers last night, too ?" persisted Adrian.

"In some countries, I hear, they manage their best sport at night-time, and beat up for game with torches.

It must be a fine sight.

After all, the country would be dull if we hadn't a rip here and there to treat us to a little conflagration." "A rip!" laughed Richard, to his friend's disgust and alarm at his daring.

"You don't mean this Rip, do you ?" "Mr.Thompson fire a rick?
I should as soon suspect you, my dear boy .-- You are aware, young gentlemen, that it is rather a serious thing eh?
In this country, you know, the landlord has always been the pet of the Laws.