daubed, upon horses dripping with muddy water were Grady dressed in cowboy costume and three naked Indians. Mr. Carteret glanced about over the country and understood. They had swum the brook at the place where it ran between steep clay banks and the rest of the field had gone around to the bridge. As he looked toward the south, he saw Lord Ploversdale riding furiously toward him followed by Smith, the first whip. Grady had not recognized him turned out in pink as he was, and for the moment he decided to remain incognito.

   Before Lord Ploversdale, Master of Fox-hounds, reached the road, he began waving his crop. He appeared excited. "What do you mean by riding upon my hounds?" he shouted. He said this in several ways with

   various accompanying phrases, but neither the Indians nor Grady seemed to notice him. It occurred to Mr. Carteret that although Lord Ploversdale's power of expression was wonderful for England, it, nevertheless, fell short of Arizona standards. Then, however, he noticed that Grady was absorbed in adjusting a kodak camera, with which he was evidently about to take a picture of the Indians alone with the hounds. He drew back in order both to avoid being in the field of the picture and to avoid too close proximity with Lord Ploversdale as he came over the fence into the road.

   "What do you mean, sir!" shouted the enraged Master of Fox-hounds, as he pulled up his horse.

   "A little more in the middle," replied Grady, still absorbed in taking the picture.

   Lord Ploversdale hesitated. He was speechless with surprise for the moment.

   Grady pressed the button and began putting up the machine.

   "What do you mean by riding on my hounds, you and these persons?" demanded Lord Ploversdale.

   "We didn't," said Grady amiably, "but if your bunch of dogs don't know enough to keep out of the way of a horse, they ought to learn."

   Lord Ploversdale looked aghast, and Smith, the whip, pinched himself to make sure that he was not dreaming.

   "Many thanks for your advice," said Lord Ploversdale. "May I inquire who you and your friends may be?"

   "I'm James Grady," said that gentleman. "This," he 

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