Of course--" "I beg your pardon; but I should like that point a little clearer," broke in Mr.Carrington.

"Had you ridden on too, Rupert?
Or did you see what happened ?" "Oh, yes; I was there," said Wiggins readily.

"And the Terror found the pheasant in the wood and put it in his bicycle basket.

And we had just got on our bicycles when the keeper came out of the wood, and I ran into him; and he collared me and took me up to the Court.

I wasn't really frightened--at least, not much." "The keeper had no right to touch him," Erebus broke in glibly.
"Wiggins never touched the pheasant; he didn't even go into the wood; and when I went into the hall, the hall of the Court, I found him and the keeper sitting there, and I let Wiggins out, of course, and then that horrid Mr.D'Arcy Rosenheimer who shoots nightingales, caught hold of me by the arm ever so roughly, and I slapped him just once.