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one thing — don't jump on me if I fall.' I 

 said, ' I'll give you my word, Squire, I 

 won't.' The gentlemen could hardly keep 

 with us when we got off; some of them 

 had two or three horses fixed at different 

 points. We were almost touching each 

 other over Sharplands, and just before the 

 road I says, ' Squire, you're beat, for a hun- 

 dred'; but he never made no answer. Joe 

 Tomlin and Charles Christian stood close 

 over against Twyford Brook ; I got well 

 over that. Then we had some rails, such 

 stiff 'uns ! Clasher hit 'em with all four legs, 

 and chucks the Squire right on to his neck ; 

 Clinker took 'em like a bird. We were each 

 in a mess soon ; the Squire, he lands in a 

 bog, and his horse makes a dead stop ; it 

 took a deal out of him. Then 1 jumps right 

 into a dung heap up to Clinker's knees ; I 

 had no manner of idea the thing was there. 

 Going up John o' Gaunt's field we were close 

 together, but I turns to get some rails in a 

 corner — he was such a rare good un at rails, 

 was Clinker — I thought he was winning, 

 but, deary me ! down he comes at the 

 last fence, dead beat. There he lays for 



