OP THE OLD WORLD. 3) 



and now came the tu<; of war for the honour of the 

 spear — suddenly the hog, which was not more than 

 a dozen horses' lengths in advance, disappeared. 

 " What 's that ? " cried some one behind. " God 



knows," cried N , ramming his hunting-cap 



down over his eyes, and in another moment we had 

 leaped the steep bank of a nullah, (a perpendicular 

 drop of about seven feet,) and were floundering in 

 sand and water. 



D got an ugly fall, his horse rolling over 



him, and putting him hors de combat ; S also 



found his horse sprained in the stifle, and he had 



also to pull up. N , C , , and myself, 



managed to scramble up the opposite bank, and 

 were once more on terra firma. 



The pace was very severe, and began to tell ; and 

 although Lai Babba appeared less distressed than 

 the other horses, I knew he could not last much 

 longer. Still, on we went. I was neck and neck 



with N , and C and were close 



behind. We were evidently fast closing with the 

 hog, when we came to another yawning chasm, of 

 which he made " an in and out." " Never say die," 



cried N , and over it we both flew, landing safely 



on the other side, (it was a good thirteen feet from 



bank to bank.) 's horse fell with him, and 



C 's was fairly done up to a stand-still, so we 



left them both behind. 



The game now lay between N and myself. 



He rode a splendid large-made Arab, of high caste. 



