6 EACECOUESE AND COVEET SIDE. 



I don't mean really pull, you know, but go up' 

 into his bridle, as if he hadn't well started," 

 Greenwood says. 



"Didn't they try a steeplechase with him, or 

 a hurdle race, or something? Why don't you 

 have a shot at it ? " I inquire. 



" Perhaps I may some day, though you know 

 what sort of ' hunters ' one meets in hunters' 

 races. I don't know that he ever did run, but 

 he seems to me to go faster and to get away 

 from his fences quicker than lots of horses that 

 do win races, though he jumps so easily. How- 

 ever, you'll see how he goes to-morrow, and 

 we'll have another talk about it." 



"It might be worth while, you know; and 

 if he turned up at Sandown or somewhere, with- 

 out a reputation, the ring would lay odds against 

 hirn, and we could send him down to a training 

 stable and see what he was worth," I continue. 

 " However, we'll think about that later on." 



" Yes; and it may be well worth thinking of," 

 Greenwood responded. " Have a glass of sherry, 

 or try that Madeira ? A cigarette now or pre- 

 sently ? You needn't think about your nerves 

 with a horse like that to ride, you know. No ? 

 — sure ? Yery well, then, we'll have a song. 

 Go to bed. Fan, you lazy dog ! Sure you're 

 finished? Then we'll go to the drawing-room." 



