"You won't mind being left alone for the first morning?" said Frank, as
soon as they had finished the contents of one of the pots from Fortnum and
Mason.
"Not in the least. Stone and Toddy will carry me through."
"I'd go on the mountain if I were you, and get into a habit of steady
loading."
"Perhaps I will take a turn--just to find out how I feel in the
knickerbockers. At what time shall I dine if you don't come back?"
"I shall certainly be here to dinner," said Frank, "unless the pony fails
me or I get lost on the mountain." Then he started, and Herriot at once
went to work on Stone and Toddy, with a pipe in his mouth. He had
travelled all night, and it is hardly necessary to say that in five
minutes he was fast asleep.
So also had Frank travelled all night, but the pony and the fresh air kept
him awake. The boy had offered to go with him, but that he had altogether
refused; and, therefore, to his other cares was that of finding his way.
The sweep of the valleys, however, is long and not abrupt, and he could
hardly miss his road if he would only make one judicious turn through a
gap in a certain wall which lay half way between the cottage and the
castle.
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