You, too! Here I rode up to you this afternoon and my heart was beating for joy, and in five minutes I had made an enemy of you.

Damn that fellow Lessingham! It is all his fault!" Without the slightest warning he brought down his hunting crop upon his horse's flanks.

The mare gave one great plunge, and he was off, riding at a furious gallop.

Philippa watched him with immense relief, In the far distance she could see two little specks growing larger and larger.
She hurried on towards them.
"Whatever did you do to Captain Griffiths, Mummy ?" Nora demanded.

"Why he passed us without looking down, galloping like a madman, and his face looked--well, what did it look like, Helen ?" Helen was gazing uneasily along the sands.
"Like a man riding for his enemy," she declared..