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game 'pro tern. He repeated the same tactics 

 at the next fence, and when halfway across 

 the next field, he pulled Kattrap back along- 

 side Independent. 



' My horse can't go any faster,' said he to 

 Reginald. ' How are you going ? ' 



^ All right,' was all Reginald vouchsafed, 

 but he was all on the qui vive, and feeling 

 quite sure that Wadding was up to some hanky- 

 panky tricks, it suddenly flashed across him 

 that he meant to jostle him ; so when about sixty 

 yards from the next fence he shook Independent 

 up, and just touched him with the spur. The 

 horse shot out and raced at the next fence as 

 hard as he could, landing a tremendous distance 

 into the next field. Just as he settled into his 

 stride again, he heard an almighty crash, and 

 head over heels came Rattrap and his rider. 

 Wadding had simply bustled the horse clean off" 

 his legs in the hope of catching and upsetting 

 Reginald, for that was his little game. Reginald 

 now took a strong pull at his horse ; he was 

 just at the bottom of the hill, and was five or 



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