104 THE HUNTING-FIELD. 



fence was a widisli but not deep ditch, a fair safe 

 bank, and an evidently rotten dead bedge on its 

 top. Jerry gave a light spring to its crown, 

 making the old hedge crack again, and coolly, 

 with a second jump, landed in the next field. I 

 wanted no further proof that Jerry knew his busi- 

 ness ; he came over back just as scientihcally. 



" Well,^^ said my friend, on my coming up to 

 him, "now for a sentence on Jerry .^^ 



" If," said I, " you find him a game horse, 

 which I do not at all doubt he is, never part with 

 him. I am quite sure he can go in any country, 

 and there is not one in a hundred that can go as 

 he can, even if you picked one for them ; depend 

 "upon it, ^ he knows all about it : ^ and now for 

 ' Gaudy.^ " 



" Lancer, if you please," said my friend, 

 laughing. 



'' Lancet would be a more appropriate name, I 

 think," said I, " for I suspect it is a little article 

 quite likely to be wanted if you succeed in 

 getting him through a burst." 



" Well," said I, on seeing the grey, " he 

 certainly is a very fine horse ; it is just possible 

 he may be a hunter, or to be made so; but I 

 never saw one like him a good one. He has no 

 determinate going points, and no indication of 

 wear and tear properties about him; but nous 



