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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

hi and sway of the powerful loins,--a rush

of wind, and is over and aith a foot to spare But behind hi splash,--another! and another! The air

is full of shouts and cries quickly lost in the rush of wind and the

dru his head, he

sees Slingsby's "Rascal" racing close behind

"Bit of a rasper, that, b'gad!" bellows the Captain, radiant of face

"Thinned 'em out a bit, ye know, Beverley Six of 'ead! Carnaby's behind, too,--foot short at the water Told

you it would be--a good race, and b'gad--so it is!"

Inch by inch the great, black horse and the raking sorrel creep up

nearer the leaders, and, closing in with the Viscount, Barnabas

wonders to see the ghastly pallor of his cheek and the gri at the sleeve of his whip-arm, he sees

there a dark stain, and wonders no un!

"Dick!" he cried

"That you, Bev?"

"Your arht as a trivet!"

And to prove his words, the Viscount flourished his whip in the air

"Deuce takea devilish hot pace," he