THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUXT. y^ 



shirt-cuff. Now, a pound divided into sixteenths ; sixteen 

 ounces to the pound, ain't if? Well, seven days in the 



week " But here poor Trousers became so completely 



fogged that, in wild despair, he gave the man five shillings, 

 and, consigning the horse to a groom and his calculations to 

 perdition, once more retreated within the house. 



About four o'clock in the afternoon, a crunching of gravel 

 beneath horses' hoofs announced an arrival. Travers and 

 Tommy, who had both been reading the Pink 'Un, looked 

 up through the window in time to see Jack Dashwood, his 

 horse so tired that it could hardly crawl, ride past towards 

 the stables, accompanied by a good-looking young man on 

 a grey. So unexpected was the sight of the latter, that 

 both gentlemen arose and stared out of the window at the 

 new comer. Trousers saying — 



"Oh, really! I wonder who that chap can l)e'?" whilst 

 his friend merely ol)served, sotto voce — - 



" Well, I'm blowed ! What game can Jack be up to now? 

 Caught a mug, perhaps." 



Five minutes later, Mr. Jack Dashwood ushered into the 

 room a fair-moustached, handsome young man who seemed 

 perfectly at his ease, even in that august assembly. 



" Allow me to introduce Mr. Eonald Dennison," said Jack, 

 taking Binkie by the arm, and whispering at the same time, 

 " Don't know who the blazes he is, except that he's a barrister; 

 but he wants to buy the chestnut ; a deuced hard-riding 

 man. I was just behind him all through the run to-day," 

 which is a cool method of praising one's own prowess, by 

 the way. 



"Oh, really!" squeaked Binkie. "Oh, you want to buy 



