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"^Very well, sir," said Jack, who would have preferred 

 a rug to ride him with ; but started next day as directed, 

 and arrived in due course at Pentj'hwywn. Mr. Carre's 

 place was a good two miles out ; and at the close of a 

 dull dark Novemher day Jack led old Oliver up to the 

 stables. 



"Mr. Carre at home ?" 



*^ Well, he has not got home again yet. What ma}^ 

 you want with him ?" 



*' I was to leave this here horse from Mr. Wilson's — 

 Mr. Wilson of the Fogge House." 



'^ Oh, ah ! I know ; him as has got one of our Dori- 

 monts. Well, you can leave him with me, and I shall 

 take precious good care of him you may be certain. 

 Would you like a horn of ale before you start 

 :again?" " 



Naturally Jack would like a horn of ale, or two, or 

 three, if it came to that, before he went in search of his 

 own quarters ; soon after vrhen the squire came in from 

 shooting'. 



"Anything fresh, Evans, since morning ?" 



"Nothing partickler, sirj Mr. Wilson, as has got 

 Harmony at walk, has sent a horse in." 



"That's all right — very much obliged to him, I'm 

 sure; just, too, when you'll know where to put him." 



And the Squire went in to dinner ; and Evans, who was 

 huntsman, and foreman, and all that sort of thing, pro- 

 ceeded to make his arrangements for the morrow before 



it got quite dark. 



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The Squire was an early man, and in the kennels by 

 times the next morning, when Jack again turned up. 

 "Morning, sir." 



