124 RIDING, DRIVING AND KINDRED SPORTS 



had my beddino- strapped on under the driving- 

 seat and the nights were chill, so I decided to 

 race the storm. I think the ponies were a bit 

 frightened, for they laid themselves out to 

 gallop well, and soon I had them at full stretch. 

 The thunder orowled, the crimson liohtnino- 

 ran along the ground, the darkness swept down 

 over us till I could barely see my leader's ears, 

 and it was all I could do to keep the team on 

 the road. Soon I did not know where I was, 

 when I saw the dark square of the little police 

 post loom up, pulled up, unstrapped the 

 bedding, and bolted for shelter just as the 

 rain came down in sheets. As it happened 

 the little post was the very centre of the dis- 

 turbance and we were lucky to get the horses 

 and ourselves into shelter. 



I have spoken about being run away with 

 in a tandem. My experience suggests that 

 this is a rare occurrence, but it has happened 

 to me, and, as it illustrates the usefulness of 

 being handy with the whip, I may relate my 

 experience here. I had driven out a twenty- 

 mile staofe from Dera Ghazi Khan to meet a 

 local dignitary on a tour of inspection, and I 

 had to take him back to the station. Now I 

 had fever at the time, and was weak, and had, 

 too, a leader which had only been at work in 

 harness a short time. Almost as soon as we 



