"Oh, that was glorious!" Miriam cried, reining in. "Dandy and I are
old friends, but I don't think we've ever gone better together."
"No; but you've gone quicker, once or twice."
"Really?. When?"
Georgie moistened his lips. "Don't you remember the Thirty-Mile
Ride - with me - when 'They' were after us - on the beach-road, with
the sea to the left - going toward the lamp-post on the downs?"
The girl gasped. "What - what do you mean?" she said hysterically.
"The Thirty-Mile Ride, and - and all the rest of it."
"You mean - ? I didn't sing anything about the Thirty-Mile Ride.
I know I didn't. I have never told a living soul.'"
"You told about Policeman Day, and the lamp at the top of the downs,
and the City of Sleep. It all joins on, you know - it's the same
country - and it was easy enough to see where you had been."
"Good God! - It joins on - of course it does; but - I have been -
you have been - Oh, let's walk, please, or I shall fall off!"
Georgie ranged alongside, and laid a hand that shook below her
bridle-hand, pulling Dandy into a walk. Miriam was sobbing as he
had seen a man sob under the touch of the bullet.
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