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He promised to faithfully follow his trainer's directions and leave for the nonce the preparatory training entirely in his hands. It was decided now that Garrison should try out the fast black filly Dixie, just beginning training for the Carter.
The poor Hart had, indeed, ceased to pasture in reposeful security before the quaint pavilion, set for its passing refreshment in the midst of the Forest of This Life. Now it fled, desperate, by crooked tangled ways, over rocks, through briars, while Care, the Leopard, followed hard behind. First Roger Ormiston's voice reached her in brief direction, and the trainer's in equally brief reply.
The voice of the Proprietor, who was using a megaphone, came to them distinctly as he invited the people to look at "One of the greatest triumphs of the animal trainer's art; something which has never been exhibited in any country an elephant WALKING UPON ITS HIND LEGS, BACKWARD!"
"I'll go too," added the trainer's doctor; "and see him littered down for the night." They went back to the sofa on which he was lying. His bloodshot eyes were rolling heavily and vacantly about him, on the search for something. They rested on the doctor and looked away again. They turned to Mr. Speedwell and stopped, riveted on his face. The surgeon bent over him, and said, "What is it?"
Jack White was up. Pretty a race as ever I witnessed, and cleverly ridden. Like to go up to her in the stall? She's as quiet as a lamb. Catch hold of her head, boy." And so Dick found himself seated on the edge of the manger, the trainer's arm round him, and the historic Sahara snuffing at his jacket pockets.
Of course there is room for much fancy here on the part of the spectator, but bears are in so many ways in their play, in their boxing, in their walking such grotesque parodies of man, that one is induced to accept the trainer's statements as containing a measure of truth.
"He's not a nice man." That evening Mrs. Haggard went to see Mrs. Woodburn and gave the trainer's wife some of her reasons and they were good reasons, too for thinking Mr. Joses not a nice man. Mrs. Woodburn, who was in the judgment of the vicar's wife a good but curious woman, showed herself distressingly undistressed. "Boy can look after herself, I guess," she said, a thought grimly.
Perhaps it would end ere the sun sank to rest in the Haller meadows. He must deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift, like the earnest money he, placed in the trainer's hand in a horse trade. According to human judgment the lightning should have killed him as well as the horse.
"Clio would tell you she could take care of herself at the stables as well as anywhere else." "Query?" said Lady Tyrrell. "Don't get into a scrape, Bessie. Does your Captain report on the flirtation with young Simmonds?" "Who is he?" asked Cecil "The trainer's son," said Bessie. "It is only a bit of imitation of Aurora Floyd." "You know she's an heiress," said Lady Tyrrell.
Whenever the members of the squad found him in a reminiscent mood, all other amusements were suspended, and they would listen attentively to the little trainer's reminiscences of victories won on field and track. In his day Reddy had taken part in almost every branch of sport, and could tell stories about them all.
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