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expectantly, and only one trap was in waiting. 

 Shipton was my destination, to fulfil a long- 

 standing engagement to visit the famous trainer 

 Mr. William Day, and in two minutes the white 

 pony was bowling along the dusky Wiltshire 

 road, with Tiger in close attendance. 



Need it be said that the first question was, 

 ''How's the horse?" and that the horse in 

 question was none other than the great 

 I^oxhall ? 



"Very well, indeed, thank you, sir, I ' do ' 

 him," my driver responded, with excusable 

 pride. 



" And you saw him win his races, I 

 suppose? " 



" Yes, indeed, I did, sir ! " is the reply. " I 

 was with him all the time." 



" That's the stable, sir — Park House," 

 Foxhall's friend and attendant presently says, 

 after a couple of miles or so have been rattled 

 over. " The master's house is about three- 

 quarters of a mile further on, but we are going 

 to move soon." 



On we go until at length the village of 

 Shipton appears in sight, and trotting merrily 

 up the main street, we turn in at a gate- 

 way. The house stands a hundred yards or so 

 back from the rustic street, and the shadow 



