bearded, sitting the almost mad mare as a piece of her, and scientifically lashing his victim between plunges.
The old man's face lit with pride. 'My child!' said he briefly, and strove to rein the pony's neck to a fitting arch.
'Am I to be beaten before the police?' cried the carter. 'Justice! I will have justice'
'Am I to be blocked by a shouting ape who upsets ten thousand sacks under a young horse's nose? That is the way to ruin a mare.'
'He speaks truth. He speaks truth. But she follows her man close,' said the old man. The carter ran under the wheels of his cart and thence threatened all sorts of vengeance.
'They are strong men, thy sons,' said the policeman serenely, picking his teeth.
The horseman delivered one last vicious cut with his whip and came on at a canter.
'My father!' He reined back ten yards and dismounted.
The old man was off his pony in an instant, and they embraced as do father and son in the East.
