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youth on a handsome bay horse. "Hullo, Tony!
I thought you'd parted with that conspicuous quad
of yours at Tatts last week/' exclaimed Stephen,
riding robustly up alongside of him and giving the
bay horse a friendly slap on his hind quarters.

Young Lewison (I remembered what Stephen had
said about him and the expensive hunter which he
cccouldn't ride a hair of") informed us that the horse
had been bought by a Warwickshire dealer and then
returned as a slight whistler. "I'm sick of the sight
of him/3 he remarked, letting the reins hang list-
lessly on the horse's neck.

Gazing at the nice-looking animal, I inwardly
compared him with dear old Harkaway, The com-
parison was all in favour of the returned whistler,
whose good points were obvious even to my inexperi-
enced eyes. In fact, he was almost suspiciously good-
looking, though there was nothing flashy about his
fine limbs, sloping shoulders, and deep chest.

"His wind can't be very bad if you'd never
noticed it," remarked Stephen, eyeing him thought-
fully, "and he certainly does look a perfect gentle-

Meanwhile the horse stood there as quiet as if he
were having his picture painted. "I wish to good-
ness someone would give me fifty pounds for him/'
exclaimed Lewison petulantly, and I had that queer
sensation when an episode seems to have happened
before. The whole scene was strangely lit up for me;
I could have sworn that I knew what he was going to
say before a single word was out of his mouth. And
when, without a second's hesitation, I replied, *TH
give you fifty pounds for him/' I was merely over-
hearing a remark which I had already made.

Young Lewison looked incredulous; but Stephen