Mr. Carteret [Illustration: “It’s one of the smartest packs in England”] Mr. Carteret and Others by David Gray Author of “Gallops I,” “Gallops II,” etc. [Illustration] New York The Century Co. 1910 Copyright, 1899, 1907, 1908, 1909, 1910, by THE CENTURY CO. Copyright, 1904, 1905, by THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE COMPANY _Published March, 1910_ THE DE VINNE PRESS To M. G. G. CONTENTS PAGE I MR. CARTERET AND HIS FELLOW AMERICANS ABROAD 3 II HOW MR. CARTERET PROPOSED 37 III MR. CARTERET’S ADVENTURE WITH A LOCKET 87 IV THE CASE OF THE EVANSTONS 123 V THE MATTER OF A MASHIE 157 VI THE MEDAL OF HONOR STORY 185 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE “It’s one of the smartest packs in England” _Frontispiece_ “A little more in the middle” 23 The vast scarlet-coated throng that surged toward the gate 43 She was not dead. He realized it when he bent over her 97 Evanston and his wife were sitting side by side upon the couch 151 The lawyer’s mouth became grim 175 There was a crash of glass 179 “Did you remove the shoes of the honorable young foreign lady?” 215 MR. CARTERET AND HIS FELLOW AMERICANS ABROAD I MR. CARTERET AND HIS FELLOW AMERICANS ABROAD “It must have been highly interesting,” observed Mrs. Archie Brawle; “so much pleasanter than a concert.” “Rather!” replied Lord Frederic. “It was ripping!” Mrs. Ascott-Smith turned to Mr. Carteret. She had been listening to Lord Frederic Westcote, who had just come down from town where he had seen the Wild West show. “Is it so?” she asked. “Have you ever seen them?” By “them” she meant the Indians. Mr. Carteret nodded. “It seems so odd,” continued Mrs. Archie Brawle, “that they should ride without saddles. Is it a pose?” “No, I fancy not,” replied Lord Frederic. “They must get very tired without stirrups,” insisted Mrs. Archie. “But perhaps they never ride very long at a time.” “That is possible,” said Lord Frederic doubtfully. “They are only on about twenty minutes in the show.” Mr. Pringle, the curate, who had happened in to pay his monthly call upon Mrs. Ascott-Smith, took advantage of the pause. “Of course, I am no horseman,” he began apprehensively, “and I have never seen the red Indians, either in their native wilds or in a show, but I have read not a little about them, and I have gathered that they almost live on horseback.” Major Hammerslea reached toward the tea table for another muffin and hemmed. “It is a very different thing,” he said with heavy impressiveness. “It is a very different thing.”