SWINGING along his miles from Honiton back into Exeter he saw the patteran just within the two-milestone."She wants me. She's here. Bless her wild heart."Then he walked into the city, sat in the tree-shaded alley of the inn by Exebridge, and breakfasted, as well he might. He had eaten nothing since yesterday's noon.
At two o'clock, as he leaned, smoking his pipe and looking at the river, he saw Duplessis in a dog-cart drive over the bridge. This was precisely what he had expected the moment he saw the patteran in the road."He'll lunch before he moves; he'll treat himself handsomely. I'll give him till half-past three. Then we go together -- the three of us." Bingo lowered his ears. Senhouse and he were too old friends for eye-service or tail-signals. Together they crossed the bridge and strolled up the curving street. The second inn-yard they visited showed them the Wraybrook dog-cart, high and yellowwheeled."He's put up. He goes back to-night. He's lunching. Now what shall we do? I think, a walk."