the words were in his mouth, Skytail rose with his horse, vaulted up and was away. The M. F. H. followed over the hedge shouting at Smith to whip off the hounds. But the hounds were going too fast. They had got a view of the fox and three whooping horsemen were behind them driving them on. The first flight of the field followed the M. F. H. out of the road, and so did Mr. Carteret, and presently he found himself riding between Lord Frederic and the Major. They were both a bit winded and had evidently come fast. "I say," exclaimed Lord Frederic, "where did you come from?" "I was cured by the Broncholine," said Mr. Carteret. "Is your horse fresh?" asked Lord Frederic. "Yes," replied Mr. Carteret, "I happened upon them at the road." "Then go after that man Grady," said Lord Frederic, "and implore him to take those beggars home. They have been riding on the hounds for twenty minutes." "Were they able," asked Mr. Carteret, "to stay with their horses at the fences?" "Stay with their horses!" puffed the Major. "Go on, like a good chap," said Lord Frederic, "stop that fellow or I shall be expelled from the hunt. Was Lord Ploversdale vexed?" he added. "I should judge by his language," said Mr. Carteret, "that he was vexed." "Hurry on," said Lord Frederic. "Put your spurs in." Mr. Carteret gave his horse its head and he shot to the front, but Grady was nearly a field in the lead, and it promised to be a long chase, as he was on the Major's black thoroughbred. The cowboy rode along with a loose rein and an easy balance seat. At his fences he swung his hat and cheered. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Mr. Carteret was anxious lest he might begin to shoot for pure delight. Such a demonstration would have been misconstrued. Nearly two hundred yards ahead at the heels of the pack galloped the Indians, and in the middle distance between them and Grady rode Lord Ploversdale and Smith vainly trying to overtake the hounds and whip them off. Behind and trailing over
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