The Marquis 



near the spring, he kicked himself into a temper. 

 Fullerton occasionally came down there to lean 

 on the fence and have a chat with the Marquis, 

 but the Marquis was beginning to be much less 

 hurt, and a great deal more angry — for he could 

 stand quite a long time now on that condemned 

 foreleg without pain — and Fullerton often had his 

 trouble for nothing, since the Marquis sometimes 

 would completely ignore him and go to the oppo- 

 site end of the pasture with as much sang froid as 

 you please. The Marquis, you must remember 

 always, was born and bred a Torchlight, and 

 besides was half-brother to Prince Royal who, 

 as everyone knows, won the English Derby in 

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Then early one morning, quite far in the dis- 

 tance, he heard a familiar sound, and a little later 

 saw Fullerton ride down the driveway on his 

 latest three-year-old — a likely youngster, the 

 Marquis had to admit — though the blood surged 

 into his head and he kicked at the fence for an 

 hour, off and on,when he thought that probably 

 now this flea-bitten beast,with the long ewe neck, 

 would take his place, and then with Fullerton up 

 would show the county the way 'cross country, 

 when hounds were in full cry The familiar 

 sound the Marquis heard was the ta-ta-ta-a-a of 

 the master's horn, and it came softly and clearly 

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