“He did n't wait after that, sir. He rowed to shore in a flash and landed on our land. 'What do you mean by that?' he said, mad-like. 'My orders is to put you off this property,' says Tompkins, 'or to throw you in the river.' 'Who gave these orders?' asked Mr. Shaw. 'Lord Bazelhurst, sir, damn you--' beg pardon, sir; it slipped out. 'And who the devil is Lord Bazelthurst?' said he. 'Hurst,' said Tompkins. 'He owns this ground. Can't you see the mottoes on the trees--No Tres-passin'?'--but Mr. Shaw said: 'Well, why don't you throw me in the river?' He kinder smiled when he said it. 'I will,' says Tompkins, and made a rush for him. I don't just remember why I started in to help Tompkins, but I did. Somehow, sir, Mr. Shaw got--” “Don't call him _Mr_. Shaw. Just Shaw; he's no gentleman,” exploded Lord Bazelhurst. “But he told us both to call him 'Mister,' sir, as long as we lived. I kinder got in the habit of it, your lordship, up there. That is, that's what he told us after he got through with us. Well, anyhow, he got the start of us an'--there's Tompkins' eyes, sir, and look at my ear. Then he pitched us both in the river.” “Good Lord!” gasped the duke. “Diable!” sputtered the count. “Splendid!” cried Penelope, her eyes sparkling. “Hang it all, Pen, don't interrupt the count,” snorted Bazelhurst, for want of something better to say and perhaps hoping that Deveaux might say in French what could not be uttered in English. “Don't say it in French, count,” said little Miss Folsom. “It deserves English.” “Go on, James,” sternly, from Lady Bazelhurst. “Well, neither of us can swim, your ladyship, an' we'd 'a' drowned if Mr.--if Shaw had n't jumped in himself an' pulled us out. As it was, sir, Tompkins was unconscious. We rolled him on a log, sir, an' got a keg of water out of him. Then Mr.--er--Shaw told us to go 'ome and get in bed, sir.” “He sent a message to you, sir,” added Tompkins, shivering mightily. “Well, I 'll have one for him, never fear,” said his lordship, glancing about bravely. “I won't permit any man to assault my servants and brutally maltreat them. No, sir! He shall hear from me--or my attorney.” “He told us to tell you, sir, that if he ever caught anybody from this place on his land he'd serve him worse than he did us,” said Tompkins. “He says, 'I don't want no Bazelhursts on my place,'” added James in finality. “Go to bed, both of you!” roared his lordship. “Very good, sir,” in unison. “They can get to bed without your help, I daresay, Pen,” added his lordship caustically, as she started away with them. Penelope with a rare blush and--well, one party went to luncheon while the other went to bed. “I should like to see this terrible Mr. Shaw,” observed Penelope at table. “He 's a sort of Jack-the-Giant-Killer, I fancy.” “He is the sort one _has_ to meet in America,” lamented her ladyship. “Oh, I say now,” expostulated the New York young man, wryly.