CHAPTER XVIII

WHICH IS MORE OR LESS ASININE "I fear 'twill tumble off!" said Eve, surveying Horace's well-laden pack dubiously. "Child," quoth Sir Marmaduke, wiping perspiring brow, "I venture to think not. The surcingle is reasonably tight (here he scowled at broken finger nail) and so is the strap." "Yes, John, but that strap should go round his chest, I 'm sure." "That strap, Eve-Ann, is adjusted to a nicety and in the precise place Nature intended! Were our Horace endowed with speech which, thank Heaven, he is not, he woul…