"Running away!" roared the blase man, forgetting his pose for the
first time. "Running away!" and he broke into a roar of laughter.
"Why, that was the advance guard of the Faraway Country Club. Good
Lord, did you see them coming in?"

"My word, they were coming in. But what was the rush? I came over to-
night to see if any of the women had been hurt. I could have sworn the
horses were absolutely unmanageable. They were tearing through bushes
and taking fences they'd never seen before. Egad, I give you my word,
one of the women took the fence at the south end of the golf course,
and she didn't turn out for the bunker at No. 7, either. She took it
like a bird, and straight across the course she flew on a dead line
for the home green. What the deuce---"

"Sh! Windomshire, it will cost you your life if she hears you. That
was Mrs. Scudaway. You don't know what happened, so I'll tell you.
Half a dozen of the women went out with us for a run over the usual
course. They are among our best and oldest hunters, too. Well, they
were keeping right up with the men and having a splendid hunt, when
all of a sudden a real, live fox dashed into view. By gad, sir, he
started a panic. They'd never seen one in their lives, and they set up
a howl that went clear to heaven. And they started for home--well, you
saw 'em on the stretch. It was great! There never has been such riding
in America. Mrs. Hooper lost her hat in the woods, and Mrs. Graves
lost part of her habit coming through that break in the hedge over
there. That skinny Miss Elperson, who never before has had nerve
enough to jump her horse over the lawn hose, cleared the wall that
runs along O'Brien's mill,--nobody's ever done it before,--and she
came in hanging to the horse's mane and yelling like a wild-cat. Gad,
it was two hours before we got 'em quiet and sent'em to town. They