"There was John Rohlfs," said Mr. Carteret; "he was a very well known chap."
"Do you know him?" asked Mrs. Brawle.
The Curate sn.i.g.g.e.red. His hour of triumph had come. "Rohlfs is dead," he said.
"Really!" said Mrs. Brawle, coldly. "It had quite slipped my mind. You see I never read the papers during the hunting. But is his wife received?"
"I believe that she was," said Mr. Carteret.
The Curate was still sn.i.g.g.e.ring and Mrs. Brawle put her gla.s.s in her eye and looked at him. Then she turned to Mr. Carteret. "But all this," she said, "of course, has nothing to do with the question. Do you think that these red Indians could ride bareback across our country?"
"As I said before," replied Mr. Carteret, "it would be silly of me to express an opinion, but I should be interested in seeing them try it."
"I have a topping idea!" cried Lord Frederic. He was a simple-minded fellow.
"You must tell us," exclaimed Mrs. Ascott-Smith.
"Let us have them down, and take them hunting!"
"How exciting!" exclaimed Mrs. Ascott-Smith. "What sport!"
The Major looked at her reprovingly. "It would be as I said," he observed.
"But it would be rather interesting," said Mrs. Brawle.
"It might," said the Major, "it might be interesting."
"It would be ripping!" said Lord Frederic. "But how can we manage it?"
"I"ll mount them," said the Major with a grim smile. "My word! They shall have the pick of my stable though I have to spend a month rebreaking horses that have run away."
"But it isn"t the mounts," said Lord Frederic. "You see I"ve never met any of these chaps." He turned to Mr. Carteret with a sudden inspiration. "Are any of them friends of yours?" he asked.
Mrs. Ascott-Smith looked anxiously at Mr. Carteret, as if she feared that it would develop that some of the people in the show were his cousins.
"No," he replied, "I don"t think so, although I may have met some of them in crossing the reservations. But I once went shooting with Grady, one of the managers of the show."
"Better yet!" said Lord Frederic. "Do you think that he would come and bring some of them down?" he asked.
"I think he would," said Mr. Carteret. He knew that the showman was strong in Grady--if not the sportsman.
The Major rose to go to the billiard room. "I have one piece of advice to give you," he said. "This prank is harmless enough, but establish a definite understanding with this fellow that you are not to be liable in damages for personal injuries which his Indians may receive. Explain to him that it is not child"s play and have him put it in writing."
"You mean to have him execute a kind of release?" said Mr. Carteret.
"Precisely that," said the Major. "I was once sued for twenty pounds by a groom that fell off my best hunter and let him run away, and damme, the fellow recovered." He bowed to the ladies and left the room.
"Of course we can fix all that up," said Lord Frederic. "The old chap is a bit over cautious nowadays, but how can we get hold of this fellow Grady?"
"I"ll wire him at once, if you wish," said Mr. Carteret, and he went to the writing table.
"When do you want him to come down?" he asked, as he wrote the address.
"We might take them out with the Pytchley on Sat.u.r.day," said Lord Frederic, "but the meet is rather far from our station. Perhaps it would be better to have them on Thursday with Charley Ploversdale"s hounds."
Mr. Carteret hesitated a moment. "Wouldn"t Ploversdale be apt to be fussy about experiments? He"s rather conservative, you know, about the way people are turned out. I saw him send a man home one day who was out without a hat. It was an American who was afraid that his hair was coming out."
"Pish," said Lord Frederic, "Charley Ploversdale is mild as a dove."
"Suit yourself," said Mr. Carteret. "I"ll make it Thursday. One more question," he added. "How many shall I ask him to bring down?" At this moment the Major came into the room again. He had mislaid his eyegla.s.ses.
"I should think that a dozen would be about the right number," said Lord Frederic, replying to Mr. Carteret. "It would be very imposing."
"Too many!" said the Major. "We must mount them on good horses and I don"t want my entire stable ruined by men who have never lepped a fence."
"I think the Major is right about the matter of numbers," said Mr.
Carteret. "How would three do?"
"Make it three," said the Major.
Before dinner was over a reply came from Grady saying that he and three bucks would be pleased to arrive Thursday morning prepared for a hunting party.
This took place on Monday, and at various times during Tuesday and Wednesday, Mr. Carteret gave the subject thought. By Thursday morning his views had ripened. He ordered his tea and eggs to be served in his room and came down a little past ten dressed in morning clothes. He wandered into the dining-room and found Mrs. Ascott-Smith sitting by the fire entertaining Lord Frederic, as he went to and from the sideboard in search of things to eat.
"Good morning," said Mr. Carteret, hoa.r.s.ely.
Lord Frederic looked around and as he noticed Mr. Carteret"s morning clothes his face showed surprise.
"h.e.l.lo!" he said, "you had better hurry and change, or you will be late.
We have to start in half an hour to meet Grady."
Mr. Carteret coughed. "I don"t think that I can go out to-day. It is a great disappointment."
"Not going hunting?" exclaimed Mrs. Ascott-Smith. "What is the matter?"
"I have a bad cold," said Mr. Carteret miserably.
"But, my dear fellow," exclaimed Lord Frederic, "it will do your cold a world of good!"
"Not a cold like mine," said Mr. Carteret.
"But this is the day, don"t you know?" said Lord Frederic. "How am I going to manage things without you?"
"All that you have to do is to meet them at the station and take them to the meet," said Mr. Carteret. "Everything else has been arranged."
"But I"m awfully disappointed," said Lord Frederic. "I had counted on you to help, don"t you see, and introduce them to Ploversdale. It would be more graceful for an American to do it than for me. You understand?"
"Yes," said Mr. Carteret, "I understand. It"s a great disappointment, but I must bear it philosophically."