woman.

He guided Pirate close to the wall, and stopped him, looked down into
the girl's wonder-lit eyes and smiled cheerfully. And what is more,
she smiled faintly in acknowledgment. He had gained, in the guise of
a groom, what he might never have gained in any other condition of
life, the girl's respect and admiration. Though a thorough woman of
the world, high-bred, wellborn, she forgot for the moment to control
her features; and as I have remarked elsewhere, Warburton was a
shrewd observer.

"Bully, Mr. Osborne!" shouted William, leaping down. "It was simply
great!"

"There are some bars farther down," said the girl, quietly. "William,
run and open them."

Warburton flushed slightly. He could not tell how she had
accomplished it, whether it was the tone or the gesture, but she had
calmly reestablished the barrier between mistress and servant.

"I think I'll put him to the wall again," said the hero, seized by a
rebel spirit.

He wheeled Pirate about and sent him back at a run. Pirate balked.
Round he went again, down the field and back. This time he cleared
the wall with a good foot to spare. The victory was complete.

When it was all over, and Pirate was impatiently munching an extra
supply of oats, the girl bade Mr. James to report early the following