"What's all this row about, Ann?
I heard Billy--Oh, so you're the dead man, John.

How did you happen to die ?" "I fell off the stable roof, sir." "Well, you got off easily." He asked no other questions, to John's relief, but said, "Your hands look as if you had fought our big tom-cat." John had risen on his uncle's approach.

Now Penhallow said, "Sit down.

Put some court-plaster on those scratches, Ann, or a postage stamp--or--so--Come, Leila, the horses are here.

Run upstairs and get my riding-whip.