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But help is at hand, for Barnabas sees divers rustic onlookers who run forward to lift the Viscount's inanimate form. Therefore he turns him back to the race, and bends all his energies upon this, the last and grimmest part of the struggle; as for "The Terror," he vents a snort of joyful defiance, for now he is galloping again in full view of Sir Mortimer Carnaby's foam-flecked gray.
Redgrave's housekeeper could not be found; the self-accused man stood or fell by his own testimony; nothing was submitted to the court beyond the fact of Redgrave's death, and Hugh Carnaby's explanation of how it came about. Nothing of direct evidence; indirect, in the shape of witness to character, was abundantly forthcoming, and from 'people of importance.
'Yes, there is. You don't know, I suppose, whether Carnaby and his wife were at the Hall? 'I could hardly distinguish faces, she replied, with tremor. 'What is it? Tell me. He took out his newspaper and pointed to the paragraph which mentioned Carnaby's name.
Under Carnaby's apparent boyishness, there was a certain somewhat dangerous quality of precocity, which was stimulated rather than checked by his grandmother's repressive system. His smoking now was less the monkey-trick of a boy, than an act of slightly cynical defiance.
"You kicked Sir Mortimer Carnaby's friend!" exclaimed the Viscount. "What in heaven's name did you do that for?" "'Cos you told me to, m'lud, you did." "I told you to kick " "Yes, m'lud, you did.
"Yes, sir, devilish swell affair, with gentlemen to ride, and Royalty to look on a race of races! London's agog with it, all the clubs discuss it, coffee houses ring with it, inns and taverns clamor with it soul and honor, betting everywhere. The odds slightly favor Sir Mortimer Carnaby's 'Clasher'; but Viscount Devenham's 'Moonraker' is well up. Then there's Captain Slingsby's 'Rascal, Mr.
"Where the dickens are they?" he began to wonder, pulling harder. A bend in the river presently solved the mystery. On a wide stretch of mud-bank, which the tide had left bare in going out, but was now beginning to cover again, a solitary boat was stranded. With this clue to guide him, Carnaby's bright eyes soon discovered the two dim forms in the distance.
Six of 'em down and out of it b'gad! Carnaby's behind, too, foot short at the water. Told you it would be a good race, and b'gad so it is!"
And now it is that "The Terror" feels the restraining bit relax and thereupon, with his fierce eyes ever upon the gray flanks of his chosen foe, he tosses his great head, lengthens his stride, and with a snort of defiance sweeps past Carnaby's gray, on and on, with thundering hoofs and ears laid back, while Barnabas, eyeing the hedge with frowning brows, gauges his distance, a hundred yards! fifty! twenty-five! steadies "The Terror" in his stride and sends him at it feels the spring and sway of the powerful loins, a rush of wind, and is over and away, with a foot to spare.
Then sounded the rolling of carriage wheels, nearer and nearer. It was the doctor's carriage, no doubt. Uncertainty soon came to an end. Cyrus Redgrave was beyond help: he must have breathed his last so said the doctor at the moment when he fell. Not as a result of the fall; the blow of Carnaby's fist had killed him.
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