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"very , "nobody

knows him, devilish odd, eh, Tressider? Tufton Green dubbed hi Countryested a better, curse me if I couldn't, yes, Carnaby,

oh da

Clodhopper'?" Here Sir Mortigled again

Barnabas frowned, but looking down at the red rose upon his breast,

he sri his reins, sat waiting, very patiently Not

so "The Terror" Patient, forsooth! He backed and sidled and tossed

his head, he fidgeted with his bit, he glared viciously this way and

that, and so becaed creatures like hiray near by, and in his heart he

scorned theht, and sure

of himself because of the hand upon his bridle Therefore he snuffed

the air with quivering nostril, and pawed the earth with an

ier for the fray

Now all at once Sir Mortiain, louder than before, and

in that saainst

"The Terror," and--reared back only just in ti teeth

"Damnation!" cried Sir Mortie that brute of yours!" and he struck savagely at "The Terror"

with his whip But Barnabas parried the blow, and now--even as they

stared and frowned upon each other, so did their horses, the black

and the gray, glare at each other with bared teeth

But, here, a sudden shout arose that spread and spread, and swelled