104 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD. 



"Quite so," Wynnerly replied in turn, tliough not 

 perhaps in accents of pure conviction. " I was away to 

 the right there, in a much easier place." 



Fluffyer smiled as if the easiest places to him were 

 what other people regard as yawners. " See here," he 

 went on, revealing the fact that the little silver machine 

 contained a yard measure ; " we took off at least five 

 feet from the fence, it's at least six feet through, that's 

 eleven ; the ditch is six — say seven — that's eighteen ; 

 and I'm sure we cleared it by four feet on the other 

 side — that's twenty-two. I should have thought it was 

 more." 



"A very good jump, though. Not many of us would 

 have cared about it," Wynnerly hypocritically says ; 

 and Fluffyer, immensely delighted, answers, " Oh ! 

 don't know. It isn't much ! " 



" How do you account for being such a wonderful 

 good rider r " Wynnerly asks, while I look on in fear 

 lest even the weak-minded Fluffyer should see that he 

 is being chaffed ; but he accepts the little compliment 

 without the faintest suspicion, 



" I don't think that I'm out of the way — far from it ; 

 that's to say of course I do ride. It's simply a question 

 of pluck, judgment, and experience. There's really 

 very little credit due to a man who goes straight, after 

 all. Pluck is a matter of constitution — it's born with 

 you — " 



" Or it isn't," AVynnerly breaks in. 



" Quite so. It's no credit to you if you have it, I 



