The amazed groom collected his wits with difficulty.

“Roughly, sir.”

“That will do⁠— Mr. Beauleigh will know. Drive your damnedest, man⁠—Sir Miles won’t mind. You understand?”

Jack’s word was law in the O’Hara household.

“Yes, sir,” answered the man, and touched his hat.

On the word, he saw the beautiful straining mare leap forward, and the next moment both horse and rider were swallowed in the gloom.

“Well I’m⁠—darned,” exploded the groom, and turned to fetch the curricle.