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splendidly. " That fellow can ride well ; he wins 

 for a hundred.'' 



I never saw better riding in my life than these 

 Bretons showed us. They sent their horses 

 -along at a tremendous pace, and sat them welL 

 They were now out of sight. 



"Hang it, what a pity," remarked the Irish- 

 man, " we are not upon the hill side ; we could 

 see it all. There's the bell ringing again ; they 

 are coming home. There they are, and, by the 

 powers ! blue stockings is leading the lot. Where 

 the blazes is Sabots ?" 



But Sabots was not far behind. 



" Now, rny boys, there they come at the big 

 water jump. Holy Moses ! blue stockings is in 

 it/' and so it was. His bolt was shot, and he 

 was plunging in about seven feet of water. 



" I hope that won't be our fate," said Deben- 

 ham to me. " Look at Sabots again ; there he 

 oomes jumped like a bird. Hang me, if all 

 the Bretons are not together ; it is a splendid 



race." 



On they came at a tremendous pace, whipping, 

 -spurring, and screaming out their " Hi ! hi !" 

 but Sabots is too much for them, and he lands 



