Omaha daily bee., 1896-05-10

London bound, and we left it behind as If 1t
had been standing still. Trees, gates, cot
| tages went dancing by. We heard. the foiKs
| shouting from the fields under the I'M
| preston that we were a runaway. raster
| and faster yet they raced, the hoots rafting
like castapets, the yellow names lying, the
wheels buzzing, and every JOINT ana rivet
creaking and groaning, while the curricie
| swung and swayed until l found myself
| cIutching at the side rail. My uncle eased
| them ard glanced at his watch as we olw the
gray tiles and dingy red houses OF RelGate
in the hollow beneath us.
1--WE did the last six well under twenty
minutes" said he. We've time in hand
now and a little water at the Red Lion
will do them no harm. Red four-in-hand
passed, hostler?'
Just gone, sir
Going hard?' ,
"Galloping full split, sir: Took the wheei
off a butchers cart at the corner or the
HIGH street. and was out O. sight before the
butchers boy could see what had hurt MIN
Z-z-z-z-ach! went the long thong, and away
we flew orce more. 1t was market DAY at
Red hin. and the road was crowded with
corts of produce, droves of bullocks and
farmers' gigs. 1t was a sight TO see now
| nv uncle threaded his way among them an;
| Through the market place we da"hea ailIu
the shouting Of men, the screaming OF
women and the scuttling OF pou.oiy' ri u
| then we we're out in the country again, win
the long, steep incline Of the Red Hill roau
before us. My uncle waved his whip In the
air with a shrill view halioo.
There was the dust cloud rolling up the
| hill in front of us, and through 1t we hau d
shadow peep Of the backs of our opponents.
with the flash of brasswork and gieam Oh
scarlet.
"There's half the game won, nephew, NOW
we must pass them. Hark forward, my peau,
ties! BY George, If Kitty isn't foundereu!
The leader had suddenly gone ueau lalhe'
-. mo u,orn both Olt oil the cur
rlcle and on our knees beside her. IL was
hut a stone wedged between frog ana shoe
in the off fore foot, but II was a minute vi
two before we could wrench II out; "hen
we had regained our places the Laues WIZ
! around the curve of the hill and out OF slght'
pad luck" growled my uncle. 'But they
con't get away from u.s." For the first time
he touched the mares up, lot ne hdu pu'
cracked the whip over their heaus oeloie,
III we catch them in the next Few nllles
we can spare them for the rest or the way
They were beginning to show signs OF eA,
baustion, Their breath came quick ana
hoarse, and their beautiful coats gieaHeu
with moisture. At the top OF the mn, now
ever. they settled down into their SWING once
more.
mvybere IN earth have they got to-" cried
NV uncle, Can you make them out ON the
road. nephew"
We could see a long white ribbon OF H.,
all dotted with carts and wagons coming
from Croydon to Rednll, pul lhoio was g"
sign of the big red four-in-hand' 49,.
"There they are! Stole away! Stole away!
| be cried. wheeling the mares round INTO d
| side road which struck to the right OUT Vi
that which we had travelled. 'IheIe theS
are nephew. on the brow Of the hill!'
sure enough, on the rise Of a curve upon
our right the four-in-hand had appeared, lhe
horses stretched to the utmost; our mares
laid themselves cut calamity, and the distance
between us began slowly to decrease ! lounu
| mat | could see the black band upon slr
| ,John's white hat, then that ! could count the
folds Of his cape, finally that | could see the
pretty features Of his wife as she looked
back at W..
"We're on the side road to Godstone anu
warlIngham," said my uncle. Il suppose he
| thought that he could make better time by
gatting out Of the way Of the market carts
| But we've got the devil OF a NIL 10 come
| down. You'll see some fun, nephew OF /
am mistaken" Il.
AS he spoke / suddenly saw the wneels OF
| the our hand disappear. then the pouy OF
IL. and then the two figures upon the poA' as
suddenly and abruptly as II II had pumped
down the first three steps OF some gigantlc
stairs. An instant later we had reached the
same spot and there was the road beneath
us. steep and narrow, winding In long curves
into the valley. The fo~ur-in-hand was swish
ing down It as hard as the horses could
gallop,
Thought So" cried my uncle. III he
doesn't brake, why should l? Now, my