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Between them they moved the stricken man to the couch, where he lay open-eyed, speechless, appealing. "We must get Dr Brandram, Raffles." "That'll puzzle you," said the boy, "a night like this, and the two 'orses at Castleridge." "Is there any chance of your mistress returning to-night?" "Not if Tom Robbins knows it. He's mighty tender of his 'orses, and a night like this "
"You know a wunnerful deal about 'orses for a hartist, Mr. Joses," he remarked, not troubling to deny the soft impeachment. Joses got to his feet and began to talk volubly. Monkey Brand listened in respectful silence, waving to the lads to keep in the background. When the orator had finished, the little jockey went in to report to Old Mat. "He knows altogether too much that Mr.
The situation was rather novel to him; but he was not a man to be put out by circumstances. He saluted and said, "Regiment all comeback, Sir." Then, to propitiate the Colonel "An' none of the 'orses any the worse, Sir," The Colonel only snorted and answered "You'd better tuck the men into their cots, then, and see that they don't wake up and cry in the night" The Sergeant withdrew.
"Wot," growled one, pausing, the better to spit in passionate disgust, "put the 'orses to the phaeton, must I? And at this time o' night an' all for a couple o' light country Molls as is afeard to foot it 'ome in the dark, curse 'em!" "She ain't no country Moll, Ben, leastways not 'er as I see a reg'lar 'igh-stepper all the lady, Ben such eyes, ecod such a shape to 'er, Ben "
"I'd give up backing 'orses, if you mean that.... What I should like would be to get on to a dozen good things at long prices half-a-dozen like Silver Braid would do it. For a thousand or fifteen hundred pounds I could have the 'Red Lion, and just inside my own bar I could do a hundred-pound book on all the big races."
"And is those the 'orses?" said Sarah. "They do seem small." The ringmen roared. "Not up to those on the 'ill, ma'am," said one. "Not such beautiful goers," said another. There were two or three false starts, and then, looking through a multitude of hats, Esther saw five or six thin greyhound-looking horses.
"These seem to be fine horses," said I. The coachman made no answer. "Nearly thorough-bred," I continued; the coachman drew his breath, with a kind of hissing sound, through his teeth. "Come, young fellow, none of your chaff. Don't you think, because you ride on my mail, I'm going to talk to you about 'orses. I talk to nobody about 'orses except lords."
He could not take his eyes off the dark past master what he said was so deliberate and discouraging such heavy, queer, smiled-out words. Jon was thinking of butterflies, when he heard him say: "I want to see Mr. Soames Forsyde take an interest in 'orses." "Old Soames! He's too dry a file!" With all his might Jon tried not to grow red, while the dark past master went on.
There was nothing gammonacious about the turn-out; all werry neat and 'andsome, but as plain as plain could be; and there was not even a bit of Christmas at the 'orses' ears, which I observed all the other coaches had. Well, down came Sir Wincent, off went his hat, out came the way-bill, and off he ran into the office to see what they had for him.
"Aye, sir, there be a great, sooty black man for one, a hugeous niggermoor with devil's eyes as roll an' teeth like a dog there's 'im! An' there's three or four desp'rit-seemin' coves as looks like prize fighters though they ain't often seed abroad an' then mostly drivin' be'ind fast 'orses, sir coach, sir." "And what of the owner of the place, Mr. Trenchard, I think his name is?"
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