"There was a buggy in the case; and a champagne basket. What the latter contained you can easily guess."
"Whose buggy?"
"I don't know anything about the buggy; but if 'Lightfoot' doesn't sink in value a hundred dollars or so before sundown, call me a false prophet."
"Oh, no," said Matthew, incredulously."Frank wouldn't do an outrageous thing like that. Lightfoot won't be in a condition to drive for a month to come."
"I don't care. She's out now; and the way she was putting it down when I saw her, would have made a locomotive look cloudy."
"Where did he get her?" was inquired.
"She's been in the six-acre field, over by Mason's Bridge, for the last week or so," Matthew answered. "Well; all I have to say," he added, "is that Frank ought to be slung up and well horse-whipped. I never saw such a young rascal. He cares for no good, and
