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His horse hit the second rail with his hind -legs, 

 he told me afterwards. He next called out : 



" Can we get over the brook ?" 



This obstacle was just in front, and a very 

 treacherous one, as in some places it was quite easy, 

 and in others unjumpable. 



"Yes," was my reply 



I had been down and spotted the right place 

 before. Just then, the hounds turned short back to 

 the covert ; I happened to look round, and saw a loose 

 horse galloping across the field, and a man in a 

 scarlet coat lying on the ground, who I was afraid 

 (as it turned out to be) was Frank Goodall. I 

 immediately went and caught his horse, and asked 

 Mr. Powell to go and see to him. When I got 

 back, I found poor Frank quite unconscious, with 

 his head hanging down, and Mr. Powell trying to 

 hold him uj). I said at once : 



" For goodness' sake, lay him flat on his back." 



This Mr. Powell did. 



Presently, as the fox had doubled back to the 

 gorse, up came two doctors — Mr. Snell and Mr. 

 Crane — who happened to be out hunting. They 

 examined Goodall, and said I had done the proper 

 thing in laying him flat on his back. They felt his 

 pulse, and looked gravely at each other. I asked 



