CHAPTER XIV. 



A SPORTING TRIP TO FRANCE CONTINUED. 



;E were both in a great rage at our 

 names being used in this way, but 

 as we were assured it was all a 

 mistake, we were fain to let the 

 matter drop. 



" I say, Harry," observed my friend to me, 

 " I see by the ( correct card' (which God forbid 

 they should catch sight of in England, for we 

 should never have a moment's peace afterwards) 

 that there are four others against us, and all 

 going. Now I have looked at the nags, not bad 

 ones, but they want condition. If we cannot 

 lick this lot, I'm a Dutchman. Your horse, rny 

 boy, is fast, but, like the rest, not in fettle, 

 though he is better than the others. Mine is as 



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