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 

 throuo^h the first "[-ate, 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 



