Old Mat agreed.

"She can bite all right," he said. "Trust Boy."

* * * * *

And Boy, as she walked down the hillside on leaving Mr. Silver and the
old mare, felt like biting.

She was annoyed with Mr. Silver, annoyed with Joses, and, above all,
annoyed with herself.

She had been mischievous, and now she was being punished for it.

She did not like Joses; and she _did_ like being alone in the wood at
dusk.

Her companion walked too close to her; he laughed too much; she was
aware of that haunted and haunting eye of his rolling at her
continually; and he smelt of alcohol.

Also he would talk.

"That's Silver, is it?" he said familiarly, as they walked down the
hill.

"That's _Mr._ Silver," she retorted.

His eye sought hers, questioning; but found nothing save a proud, cold