Heriot and Salter had jumped out--Heriot to look after me; but Saddlebank and the coachman were driving at a great rate over the dark slope.

Salter felt some anxiety concerning his father's horses, so we left him to pursue them, and walked on laughing, Heriot praising me for my pluck.
'I say good-bye to you to-night, Richie,' said he.

'We're certain to meet again.

I shall go to a military school.

Mind you enter a cavalry regiment when you're man enough.