124 TALES OF THE TURF AND THE CHASE. 



' I'll go out myself,' cried my mother, ' and shoot the nasty 

 brute, before he shall mount her again !' 



' You don't reckon the loss, my dear,' said father calmly 

 smiling. 



' I'd rather lose her ten times over than lose my son.' 



' Well, well, my dear, we'll put her down to " The Warren." ' 



Where she may be seen by any gentleman in want of a 



' Thoroughbred Nag, fourteen and a half hands, young, and 



unbroken,' and unbreakable* for let who will possess her, she 



has not yet seen the man who can be her master. 



