Taken in a Pond, 145 



said to myself: ''A great run. But d 



you ! I have not taken you 1 " 



Seventeen miles we had come, as the 

 crow flies, and without a check, and I 

 never touched them once. It was very hard 

 luck for us that we did not take him, for 

 he only went another mile or so, when he 

 went into another pond, just this side of 

 Leighton Buzzard. There a lot of navvies got 

 some ropes, and took him, and a butcher named 

 Hopkins shut him up in a coach-house. 



A long time later some of the Field came 

 up to us (Mr. Lindsell and I) ; among them 

 was Baily, on my cob, Dr. Stevens, and a 

 few more. On our way back to HocklifFe 

 Sam Baily said to me : — 



^^ I can feel something between my knees 

 that keeps thumping. What is it ? " 



I said : ^^ That's your horse's heart ! " 



'' Will he die ? " Sam asked. 



** I would not like to say that he won't," 

 I answered. 



Just then Dr. Stevens rode up, and 

 caught the words of our conversation. ^' Oh, 



