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Cecily smartly detached one of them, which immediately 
charged away back into the fastnesses of the waving 
grass of the “ bun.” A grand hiding-place, and I 
feared we had lost the treasure. The leader and 
Ralph dashed like lightning after the pig, and rounded 
it up in style. Back it came like a whirlwind, and 
made for the open again. I rode at him, thinking 
I was doing quite the right thing, and wild to draw 
first blood, when Ralph signalled “ Sow.” I was 
going far too quickly to draw up, my stirrup leather 
broke, and the consequence was the pig and my steed 
cannoned violently, and bang over I went. I called 
to the others not on any account to stop, but to pursue 
the vanished sounder before it was too late. This 
they did, and disappeared in a moment. 
After I had sorted myself from out the pony, and 
with Clarence’s help picked sundry bits of the land- 
scape off my clothes, I mounted again, and following the 
trail of the others, and led by their shouts, I arrived 
on the scene of action just as one spear — Ralph’s — 
was taken. I tried to join the exciting chase that 
ensued, but my pony would not see the thing through, 
and disgraced me and itself every “ jink.” The 
leader’s spear now flashed about so very quickly I 
could hardly follow each phase of the game, intent as 
I was on forcing my pony to take a hand in it. The 
boar charged several times most ferociously, but the 
nimble warrior parried each onslaught successfully. 
The boar was indeed a game one, and nothing could 
hold him. Ralph and his pony went down like nine- 
pins before him, but the effort was the gallant hog’s 
