too formidable, and the pace just good enough tc
make it exciting. There was only one short check
and when they had marked their fox to ground ]
became aware that he had run a big ring and we
were quite near the Gorse where we found him. I
had forgotten all about Kegworthy, but he now re-
appeared, perspiring freely and considerably elated,
"How did you manage it?" I asked. He assured me
that he'd shut his eyes and hung on to the back of the
saddle at every bank and the horse had done the rest.
The Mister was now in a glow of enthusiasm and
quite garrulous. "Sure that mare you're riding is
worth five hundred guineas if she's worth a penny
bun/' he ejaculated, and proceeded to drink the
mare's health from that very large flask of his.
As I have already suggested, there was something
mysterious about The Mister—a kind of innocence
which made people love him and treat him as a
perennial joke. But, so far, I knew next to nothing
about him, since he took it for granted that one knew
everything that he knew; and the numerous hunting
people to whom he'd introduced me during a rather
dull and uneventful afternoon's sport took everything
about The Mister for granted; so on the whole very
little definite information about anything had
"How the hell did he make his money?" asked
Kegworthy, as we sat after dinner comparing our
impressions of the day's sport and social experience.
"Men like The Mister get rid of their money quick
enough, but they don't usually make any/' he added.
"He certainly gives one the impression of being