Little Warhorse 
“ Hrrrrrr!” and they were ten or twelve feet. 
At thirty yards the Hounds were slipped—an 
even slip; some thought it could have been 
done at twenty yards. 
“rrr! Hrrrrrr!” and the Warhorse 
was doing fourteen-foot leaps, not a spy-hop 
among them. 
“ Hnrrr!” wonderful Dogs! how they sailed ; 
but drifting ahead of them, like a white sea- 
bird or flying scud, was the Warhorse. Away 
past the Grand Stand. And the Dogs—were 
they closing the gap of start? Closing! It was 
lengthening! In less time than it takes to tell 
it, that black-and-white thistledown had drifted 
away through the Haven door,—the door so 
like that good old hen-hole,—and the Grey- 
hounds pulled up amidst a roar of derision and 
cheers for the Little Warhorse. How Mickey did 
laugh! How Dignam did swear! Howthe news- 
paper men did scribble — scribble — scribble! 
Next day there was a paragraph in all the 
papers: “‘ WONDERFUL FEAT OF A JACK- 
RABBIT. The Little Warhorse, as he has been 
styled, completely skunked two of the most 
famous Dogs on the turf,” etc. 
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