2i6 THE GREATEST RUN 



They ran as if it were a drag ; it was real 

 business. A mile like this on the straight, 

 and then a swift, sure swing over the wall to 

 the right, and they were flying over the 

 Kildale Valley my brother and I, in our 

 glory, taking every wall and fence as it met 

 us. A left turn, and in a minute we were 

 going up the valley to the moors above 

 Baysdale. Here were sheep pastures en- 

 closed with hideous walls, wire on most, 

 and all uphill. Sligo takes a line of barri- 

 caded gaps ; Faraway goes slap - bang 

 through the first gate, and then takes the 

 timber decently and in order. Another bog, 

 another stream, a few more fences, and then 

 the open moor. How much longer can a 

 horse go this pace? It is too serious a busi- 

 ness to speak to each other as we pound 



