Four or five horsemen were clustering round, most
of them farmers, and were talking to Tony. Our friend Mr. Twentyman
was the only man in a red coat who had yet arrived, and with him,
on her brown pony, was Kate Masters, who was listening with all her
ears to every word that Tony said.
"That, I guess, is the Captain you spoke of," said the Senator
pointing to Tony Tuppett.
"Oh no;--that's the huntsman. Those three men in caps are the
servants who do the work."
"The dogs can't be brought out without servants to mind them!
They're what you call gamekeepers." Morton was explaining that the
men were not gamekeepers when Captain Glomax himself arrived,
driving a tandem. There was no road up to the spot, but on hunt
mornings,--or at any rate when the meet was at the old kennels,--
the park-gates were open so that vehicles could come up on the
green sward.
"That's Captain Glomax, I suppose," said Morton. "I don't know him,
but from the way he's talking to the huntsman you may be sure of
it"
"He is the great man, is he? All these dogs belong to him?"
"Either to him or the hunt"
"And he pays for those servants?"
"Certainly."
"He is a very rich man, I suppose." Then Mr. Morton endeavoured to
explain the position of Captain Glomax. He was not rich. He was no one
in particular--except that he was Captain Glomax; and his one attribute
was a knowledge of hunting.
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