almoral park; and now that they were nearer, all--including Mark Clay
himself, whose eyesight was not very good--could see that this was no
bonfire.

'Put on speed!' he roared to the frightened Tom Fox.

'We're at thirty-five now, sir,' said the man.

'Put on the highest you can,' again shouted Mr Clay, with a muttered
imprecation.

But Mr Howroyd leant forward, and putting his hand on his brother's arm,
said kindly but firmly, 'Nay, lad, we'll be there in a short time now.
Think of the wife and these two lasses. You've no right to put their
lives in danger, even if you think your property's in danger.'

'They're in no danger,' he answered brusquely, as he threw off the
other's restraining arm.

Horatia, who did not know what fear was, and was rather enjoying the rate
at which they were going, happened to glance at Mrs Clay, who was really
fainting with fright. 'Oh, Mrs Clay's ill!' she cried in alarm.
'Stop--pray stop!'

Whether Mr Clay would have taken any notice of her or not is doubtful;
but Tom Fox, who had reluctantly put on speed at his master's repeated
commands, took advantage of this excuse to slow down a little, which was
just as well; for, springing up out of nowhere, as they seem to reckless
drivers to do, appeared a policeman, who commanded them to stop.

'Confound you, man! can't you see my place is burning?' Mr Clay roared
out to him.

'What! Mr Mark Clay is it?' exclaimed the man in surprise, and in no
friendly tone. 'You've no right to endanger the public in this way,
whatever trouble you may be in.'

But Mr Howroyd interfered. 'And you've no right to stop us longer than to
take the name when it's an urgent matter, Marmaduke,' he said.

The man touched his hat. 'Beg pardon, Mr Howroyd, I didn't know you were
of this party. We reap as we sow in this world, and Mr Clay's fond enough
of the law when it's on his side and against others.--Go on, Tom Fox;
only mind, if there's an accident I'm witness that you were warned,' he
said, as he moved back and let them pass.

'Shall we be fined?' asked Sarah of her uncle.

'I don't know. No; I shouldn't think so in a case like this, especially
as we had luckily slowed down a bit,' he replied. But he did not seem to
care much, which surprised Sarah, who knew that he did not care for
motoring at all, and was always severe on wild driving.

'I think we shall. You can't go scorching along just because some trees
have caught fire. People's lives are more