The Sport of Our <J[ncestors 



our friend Larry Twentyman, who was in truth a good 

 horseman. And he had three things to do which it was 

 difficuh enough to combine. He had a young horse which 

 he would have hked to sell ; he had to coach Kate Masters 

 on his pony ; and he desired to ride like Major Caneback. 



From Impington Park they went in a straight line to 

 Littleton Gorse, skirting certain small woods which the fox 

 disdained to enter. Here the pace was very good, and the 

 country was all grass. It was the very cream of the U.R.U. ; 

 and could the Senator have read the feelings of the dozen 

 leading men in the run, he would have owned that they 

 were for the time satisfied with their amusement. Could 

 he have read Kate Masters' feelings he would have had to 

 own that she was in an earthly Paradise. When the pony 

 paused at the big brook, brought its four legs steadily down 

 on the brink as though he were going to bathe, then with a 

 bend of his back leapt to the other side, dropping his hind- 

 legs and instantly recovering them, and when she saw that 

 Larry had waited just a moment for her, watching to see 

 what might be her fate, she was in heaven. ' Wasn't it a big 

 one, Larry } ' she asked in her triumph ; ' he did go in 

 behind ! ' ' Those cats of things always do it somehow,' 

 Larry replied, darting forward again, and keeping the Major 

 well in his eye. The brook had stopped one or two, and 

 tidings came up that Ned Botsey had broken his horse's 

 back. The knowledge of the brook had sent some round 

 by the road — steady riding men such as Mr. Runciman 

 and Doctor Napper. Captain Glomax had got into it, and 

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