But there's one thing about it'tis certainly true Inky, dinky, doodum, day!" They reached the open; the gallop became a trot.

A mad gallop, a visit to Mrs. Blanche Creamer, who had taken such a fancy to him, or a chat with the Widow Rowens, who was very lively in her talk, for all her sombre colors, and reminded him a good deal of some of his earlier friends, the señoritas,all these were distractions, to be sure, but not enough to keep his fiery spirit from fretting itself in longings for more dangerous excitements.

Whistles resounded, the galloping of horses was heardat last!