frantic circling of the dog--"beg pardon, Sorr, but I'll be afther seem'
if anny of Mr. Ferrall's men drove over for you--"

"Oh! Are you not one of Mr. Ferrall's men?"

"Yis, Sorr, but I hadn't anny orders to meet anny wan--"

"Haven't you anything here to drive me in?"

"Yis, Sorr--I'll look to see--"

The raw groom, much embarrassed, and keeping his feet with difficulty
against the plunging dog, turned toward the gravel drive where now only
a steam motor and a depot-wagon remained. As they looked the motor
steamed out, honking hoarsely; the depot-wagon followed, leaving the
circle at the end of the station empty of vehicles.

"Didn't Mr. Ferrall expect me?" asked Siward.

"Aw, yis, Sorr; but the gintlemen for Shotover House does ginerally
allways coom by Black Fells, Sorr--"

"Oh, Lord!" said the young man, "I remember now. I should have gone on
to Black Fells Crossing; Mr. Ferrall wrote me!" Then, amused: "I suppose
you have only a baggage-wagon here?"

"No, Sorr--a phayton"--he hesitated.

"Well? Isn't a phaeton all right?"