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the Marquis's head for the gap in the fence, and 

 struck him hard with both spurs. 



The Marquis took it swiftly, ahnost from where 

 he stood, and when they landed over, FuUerton 

 pulled him up sharply, and measured the length 

 of the jump with his eye. 



"Ephram," he called, *'did you know this colt 

 could jump.^^" but Ephram only rolled the whites 

 of his eyes. 



"The vet done say, 'Ken a duck swim.?^' " he 

 grinned, and burst into spasms of laughter. 



The Marquis made the turn into the road at a 

 gallop, the direction the Yorkshire Lad had gone, 

 and FuUerton sat close to the saddle and took a 

 fresh grip on the lines. But FuUerton found that 

 the Marquis kept himself well in hand, for his 

 stride was forceful and long, and covered, it 

 seemed, just twice that of any horse he had ever 

 ridden before. And to the Marquis, Fullerton's 

 weight was nothing at all, he sat so still, and his 

 touch on the bit was so perfectly steady and 

 strong. 



When the others saw FuUerton approaching 

 down the road, at the pace he was going then, the 

 huntsman had just blown his horn, as a final 

 warning, and they strained their eyes to see what 

 it was that FuUerton rode, for as the Master said 

 afterward, it looked like a Teddy Bear. The 

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