Masters and the Field. 55 



'^Go on! She'll beat you!" And so she 

 did. He was just about half a minute too 

 late. However, I did manage to get hold of 

 her, and so I forgave him. But so often it is 

 just that half minute that does it. 



A Master has much to try his temper, and 

 there are so many temptations to him to ''let 

 out " at the Field. I am afraid that I have been 

 one of the greatest sinners in that respect, but I 

 am glad to say that there was not one who 

 ever went out with me who did not forgive 

 the old man at once, and not only did they 

 forgive, but they also forgot. But one day I 

 must have been exceptionally cross, and every- 

 body around me was having a little '* damson 

 tart." John Westrope must have had a little 

 more than his share. Puss beat me that 

 day, and coming back up the road I turned 

 to him. 



" Well, she's beat me, John," I said, '' but 

 where do you think she has gone to ? " 



'' Gone to H ! I should think," he 



ripped out. But that is the only time I ever 

 knew old John to get angry. 



