THE SILVER FOX 153 



Certainly Hugh was not in the mood to 

 remember their existence. He took the 

 grey horse by the head and galloped him 

 at a loose stone wall. They were over with 

 a send and a swoop, and Hugh began to 

 lose the cold trembling in his knees, and to 

 feel again the forgotten grip and swing. 

 Somewhere in the back of his heart he was 

 afraid, but sinister clouds of fatalism and 

 heats of jealousy were between him and 

 that latent and irresponsible treachery of 

 the nerves. 



The hounds were running hard, down 

 towards the railway, and Lady Susan was 

 going at her ease with them on Solomon. 

 They flashed across it, and Hugh saw his 

 wife ride unhesitatingly at the stark bog 

 drain, that was the only fence of the un- 

 finished line. The old horse jumped it like 

 a four-year-old, and as he scrambled up the 

 embankment Lady Susan looked back : the 

 mist was creeping down the hill, but Hugh 

 knew that she could not mistake the grey 

 horse. He swore to himself that he would 



