HARK FORRARD! 8l 



' I thought you were beat, old man,' were 

 Ray Danby's first words. * I thought you were 

 beat before you had gone a mile.' 



^ So I was, at least I could not go any 

 faster. The horse was short of a gallop or two, 

 but the pull I took saved him, and the other 

 horse settled himself as dead as a stone half a 

 mile from home.' 



' By Jove ! Reggie,' said Acton, ' you have 

 set one young lady up in gloves for the rest of 

 her natural life.' 



' Who is that ? ' said Reginald. 



* Why, Miss Lancelot. I heard her take a 

 hundred pairs to fifty from Foxy Sharpe as he 

 rode down to the post, and I hear that she has 

 taken all the bets that she could get.' 



' Congratulate you, Mr. Miller,' said Foxhall 

 Sharpe, as Reginald stepped out of the scales. 

 ' I thought I had you settled before we had 

 got halfway.' 



' So you had, if you could have gone that 

 pace all the way,' said Reginald ; ' but you 

 settled yourself first.' 



