“You frighten me!” mocked the other, rumbling his dreadful laughter. 
“Mind you tell your friends the police!” he added, and was gone.

CHAPTER XXVI

Jim Silver Goes To War

Boy was muddy, and her hat was dented and askew.  The little creature looked strangely pathetic as she stood up alongside tall Lollypop with the slimy flank.

“I’ll get on again now,” she said, gathering her reins.  “Put me up, will you?”

“No,” answered Silver.

The tears sprang to the girl’s eyes.

“Why not?” she asked fretfully, but for the first time since they had met she submitted to his will.

Jim took Lollypop’s rein and led both horses slowly toward the farm among apple trees at the end of the field.

Boy walked at his side.

“It’s silly to feel so funny,” she laughed feebly.

“Take my arm,” he said; but she refused.

They came to the gate of the farm.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“In here.”

He gave a shout.

A woman in a sunbonnet came to the door and stared.

“Is that you, Miss Woodburn?” she cried.  “Oh! dear me!”

“Hullo, Mrs. Ticehurst,” said the girl.  “I’ve had a bit of a spill.”

“Can Miss Woodburn come in and rest for a moment?” asked Silver.

“Come in and rest!” cried the woman.  “Hark to him!  Think I’d turn a dog away like that—­let alone Miss Joyce.”

“Such a fuss!” protested the girl.

The woman called to a yokel to come and take the horses.

Languidly the girl walked down the paved path between rank currant bushes, and entered the house.

“Here in the parlour, Miss!” said the woman, kind and bustling.

“I’d rather the kitchen, please,” said Boy.  “Cosier there.”

“Very well, my dear.  There’s a fire there.  And I’ll get you a cup o’ tea.”

When Silver entered the house a little later he saw the girl comfortably established by the fire.

He peeped in and withdrew quietly.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said quietly to the woman.  “I’m just going to have a look at the horses.”

In the yard he found the yokel trying in vain to induce Banjo to enter a door that was too small for him.

“All right,” said the young man.  “He won’t fit.”

Mounting, he rode out into the field.

Banjo knew his master meant business directly he was in the saddle, and answered instantaneously to the call, dropping the nonsense, and settling down to work sober as a bishop.

The yokel watched the pair with admiration.

There was such power about them both.

The big man cantered across the field, put the gray at the fence, and cleared it without an effort.

There was a slight drop into a bridle-lane.

The man on the gray turned and cantered quietly along it.