'Oh no! replied Jawleyford, tit-tup-ing along with a loose rein, as if he was on the soundest, freshest-legged horse in the world; 'oh no! my horses are used to it. 'Well, but if you mean to hunt him, observed Sponge, 'he'll be blown before he gets to cover. 'Get him in wind, my dear fellow, replied Jawleyford, 'get him in wind, touching the horse with the spur as he spoke.