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"I suppose, Simpkins," said Meldon, "that your tournament would be over by the time you got back to Donard, even if you started at once." Simpkins rose to his feet with alacrity. He did not like being hunted about the country by Meldon, and he had no intention of going back to Donard; but he welcomed any prospect of escape from the horrible situation in which he found himself.
He forgot the Major for a moment and went willingly with the judge. "I had rather a job of it," he said. "I had to go the whole way to Donard to get him." The judge seemed surprised. "Really!" he said. "I should hardly have thought there's been time for you to go and come back." "I ride pretty fast," said Meldon, with an air of satisfaction. "And the Major never said a word about it."
There won't be much, and what there is will be charred." "Wait a minute," said Meldon. "I don't deny that I'm hungry and tired, but I'd rather ride all the way back to Donard than sit down at table with you in the temper you're in at present." "It'll be worse," said the Major, "if I'm kept waiting any longer. And I know what your tirades are.
"If it's that you want," said Doyle, "you haven't far to go to look for it. It's within in the hall this minute, for he left it here last night, saying he'd be round for it this morning." "Good. I'll take it at once and be off." The grounds of the Donard tennis club are pleasantly situated about a mile outside the town on the Ballymoy road.
"Now that we're out of earshot," said the judge, "I hope that you'll allow me to congratulate you on the success of your plan. Your management of the details was admirable." Meldon was susceptible to this kind of flattery, and he felt that he deserved a little praise. It had been no easy matter to track Simpkins to Donard, and very difficult to bring him back to Ballymoy.
In the next place, after all the trouble I've taken to carry this scheme through, I'm not going to give in just at the moment of success. I shall go in this morning and see O'Donoghue. To-morrow he and I will drive over to Donard " "I can't give you a horse to-morrow," said the Major. "You can if you like." "I won't, then." "Why not?"
All we have to say is, that if he wanted a spot from which to keep a sharp look-out and, between ourselves, he did want it grievously barring Slieve Croob, or Slieve Donard, or its own cousin, Cullamore, he could not find a neater or more convenient situation for it in the sweet and sagacious province of Ulster.
Wilmer, Miss Whishaw, and Mrs. Sandwith. Mrs. Hughes' Wolverley Duchess and Wolverley Jock were excellent types of what a prick-eared Skye should be. Excellent, too, were Mrs. Freeman's Alister, and Sir Claud Alexander's Young Rosebery, Olden Times, Abbess, and Wee Mac of Adel, Mrs. Wilmer's Jean, and Mr. Millar's Prince Donard.
"A judge isn't a court," said Meldon, "when he hasn't got his wig on, and besides an English judge has no jurisdiction in this country. However, I'm not going down on my knees to you for the loan of a horse and trap. If you don't choose to oblige me in the matter of your own free will I won't place myself under any obligation to you. I shall simply borrow a bicycle and ride to Donard.
How could I possibly have brought him when I was on at Donard kidnapping that idiot Simpkins, and carrying him off from the middle of a tennis tournament. It ought to have been perfectly obvious that I couldn't have brought the Major here. Even you, with your extraordinary faculty for making mistakes about perfectly simple things, must be able to see that."
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