MB. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR. 



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Old 



away 



to see "how thick Jawleyford was with my lord.' 

 Blossomnose, who, we should observe, had slipped 

 unperceived on Jawleyford's arrival, took a bird's-eye view from 

 the rear. Naughty Blossom was riding the horse that ought to 

 have gone in the " chay " to Jawleyford Court. 



CHAPTEE XXIII. 



THE GREAT RUN. 



HIW LORDSHI 



Our hero having inveigled the brown under lee of an out- 

 house as the field moved along, was fortunate enough to achieve 

 the saddle without disclosing the secrets of the stable ; and as he 

 rejoined the throng in all the pride of shape, action, and con- 

 dition, even the top-sawyers, Fossick, Fyle, Bliss, and others, 

 admitted that Hercules was not a bad-like horse ; while the 

 humbler-minded ones eyed Sponge with a mixture of awe and 

 envy, thinking what a fine trade literature must be to stand such 

 a horse. 



" Is your friend What's-his-name, a workman ? " asked Lord 

 Scamperdale, nodding towards Sponge as he trotted Hercules 

 gently past on the turf by the side of the road along which they 

 were riding. 



