The hoofs drew near, for the unknown rode with reckless haste.
"We had best see what it is," said the constable, pulling up.
A second more, and the horseman was beside us.

Sapt swore an oath, half in amusement, half in vexation.
"Why, is it you, James ?" I cried.
"Yes, sir," answered Rudolf Rassendyll's servant.
"What the devil do you want ?" asked Sapt.
"I came to attend on the Count von Tarlenheim, sir." "I did not give you any orders, James." "No, sir.

But Mr.Rassendyll told me not to leave you, unless you sent me away.

So I made haste to follow you." Then Sapt cried: "Deuce take it, what horse is that ?" "The best in the stables, so far as I could see, sir.

I was afraid of not overtaking you." Sapt tugged his moustaches, scowled, but finally laughed.
"Much obliged for your compliment," said he.