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who was second. This was a Mr. Green, a lean and
lanky gentleman farmer in a swallow-tailed scarlet
coat—not a cheerful-looking man at the best of times.
He made no secret of the fact that, in his opinion,
Stephen had crossed him at the last fence, but as he
never got beyond looking aggrieved about it no one
really minded whether Mr. Green had been inter-
fered with or not, and Jerry's victory appeared to be
an extremely popular one. The Colonel was bom-
barded with cordialities from all and sundry, and
kept on exclaiming, "I said I'd give the boy the
horse if lie won and I'm dashed glad to do it!"

Stephen, who now emerged after weighing in, wore
an expression of dreamy enthusiasm and restricted
himself to a repetition of one remark, which was,
"By Gosh, the old horse jumped like a stag"; now
and again he supplemented this with an assertion
that he'd never had such a ride in his life. He gazed
at the old horse as if he never wanted to look at
anything eke again, but the Colonel very soon piloted
him away to the port and sandwiches. As they were
going St.cphcn pulled me by the arm with, "Come on,
you queer old cuss; you aren't looking half as bright
as you ought to be," As a matter of fact I was
thinking what a stagnant locality I lived in compared
with this sporting Elysium where everything seemed
a heyday of happiness and good fortune.

When we had regaled ourselves with the Colonel's
provisions, Stephen led me off into the fields to watch
the Farmers' Race, which was usually a very amusing
show, he said. As we strolled along by ourselves
I told him how I'd been mistaken for one of his
brothers, and 1 asked what had happened to his family
that day. He told me that both his brothers were
abroad. Jack, the elder one, had gone to India with