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It was the beginning of the hunting season, and with the hunting season

Louis Stanistreet reappeared on the scene He stayed at Thorneytoft as

usual Tyson had just bought a new hunter, a remarkable animal It fell

away suddenly in the hind-quarters; it had a neck like a giraffe and legs

like a spider; but it could juaroo This creature struck wonder and terror into the soul of the

hunt At the first meet of the season Stanistreet, the Master, and Sir

Peter drew up by one accord to watch the antics of Tyson and his

kangaroo

"By Jove! where does your friend pick up his hunters?" asked the Master

"If you ask me," said Stanistreet, "I should say he buys them by the

yard"

Sir Peter smiled The Master stroked his nity about Stanistreet's huh--if there

was any truth in history It struck Stanistreet that his feeble jest

met with an amount of attention out of all proportion to its merits Sir

Peter was the first to recover himself

"Your friend may buy his horses by the yard, but he doesn't ride like a

tailor He rides like a enerous of Sir Peter, considering what Tyson had said about

his riding But for all his love of gossip Sir Peter was a gentlehed heavily on his conscience The reproof he had just

administered to Stanistreet relieved him wonderfully

Stanistreet was at a loss to understand the old fellow's caustic tone