said Riccabocca, pointing to the saddle-bags. "You go slowly, therefore safely; and he who goes safely may go far. You seem prepared for a journey?" "I am," said the Parson; "and on a matter that concerns you a little." "Me!" exclaimed Riccabocca--"concerns me!" "Yes, so far as the chance of depriving you of a servant whom you like and esteem affects you." "Oh," said Riccabocca, "I understand: you have hinted to me very often that I or knowledge, or both together, have unfitted Leonard Fairfield for service." "I did not say that exactly; I said that you have fitted him for something higher than service But do not repeat this to him. And I can not yet say more to you, for I am very doubtful as to the success of my mission; and it will not do to unsettle poor Leonard until we are sure that we can improve his condition." "Of that you can never be sure," quoth the wise man, shaking his head; "and I can't say that I am unselfish enough not to bear you a grudge for seeking to decoy away from me an invaluable servant--faithful, steady, intelligent, and (added Riccabocca, warming as he approached the climacteric adjective)--exceedingly cheap! Nevertheless go, and Heaven speed you. I am not an Alexander, to stand between man and the sun." "You are a noble great-hearted creature, Signor Riccabocca, in spite of your cold-blooded proverbs and villainous books." The Parson, as he said this, brought down the whip-hand with so indiscreet an enthusiasm on the pad's shoulder, that the poor beast, startled out of her innocent doze, made a bolt forward, which nearly precipitated Riccabocca from his seat on the stile, and then turning round--as the Parson tugged desperately at the rein--caught the bit between her teeth, and set off at a canter. The Parson lost both his stirrups; and when he regained them (as the pad slackened her pace), and had time to breathe and look about him, Riccabocca and the Casino were both out of sight. "Certainly," quoth Parson Dale, as he resettled himself with great complacency, and a conscious triumph that he was still on the pad's back--"certainly it is true 'that the noblest conquest ever made by man was that of the horse:' a fine creature it is--a very fine creature--and uncommonly difficult to sit on,--especially without stirrups." Firmly in his stirrups the Parson planted his feet; and the heart within him was very proud. CHAPTER XII.