The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-10-23

ing line OF horsemen surg
forward, bends, splits into plungir
! groups, and men and horses are @
| and away-the great steeplechase hs
begun.
Half a length behind Carnaby
gray gallops the Terror, fire in HI
eye, rage in his heart, for there al
horses ahead Of him, and that mus
not be. Therefore he strains upo
the bit and would fain lengthen hi
strides, but the hand upon his bridl
is strong and compelling.
On sweeps the race, across the leve
and up the slope; twice Sir Mortime
chances over his shoulder, and twic,
he increases his Sace, yet, as they TOT
the rise, The Terror still gallops hall
a length behind.
Far in advance races Tressider, the
thinnish, youngish gentleman in sandy
whiskers, hotly pressed by the Mar
quis, and with eight or nine others
hard in their rear; behind these again,
rides the viscount, while to the right
of Barnabas races Slingsby on his
ilong-legged sorrel, with the rest thun-
dering along behind. And now before
them Is the first jump-a hedge with
a CLEAN of water beyond; and the
hedge is high and the water broad.
Nearer it looms and nearer-half
mile away! a quarter! less! Thessi-
der's horse rises TO it and is well over,
with the Marquis hard on his heels.
But now shouts are heard, and Wis
cious cries, as several horses, refusing,
swerve violently; there is crashl
muffled cry-someone is down!
And now it is The Terror feels the
restraining bit relax and thereupon,
with his fierce eyes ever upon the
gray TANKS of his chosen foe, he tos-
SEES his great head, lengthens his stride
and with snorting defiance sweeps
past Carnady's gray, on and on, with
hoofs and ears laid back,
While Barnabas, cycling the hedge with
brows, cages his distance
! hundred yardsl fifty! twenty-fivel
teadies The Terror in his stride and
ENDS him at it-feels the spring and
ways of the powerful loins-a rush
# wind-and over and away with a
DOT to spare. But behind him is the
ound of a laundering splash-anoth-
ri and anotherl The air is full of
bouts and cries quickly lost in the |
ush of wind and the drumming of i
alloping hoofs, and, in a while, turn i
X his head, he sees Slingsby's Rascal $
ieing close behind. v
"Bit of rasper, that, b'gadp bel n
ws the captain radiant of face Thin
I'd 'em out a bit, we know, Beverley. y
TX of 'em-down and out of it, b'gad!
arnaby's behind, too--foot short at Il
e water. Told you it would be-a
'od race and b'gad--so it isl" NJ
Inch by inch the great black horse
ID the raking sorrel creep up nearer re
c leaders. n,
Onward sweeps the race, over fall
" and pillow, over hedge and ditch sa
d fence, until, afar off, Barnabas 81
es again the CLEAN of water-a so
mp fully thirty feet across. Now, w
he strides with the Terror well in ne
nd, Barnabas is aware of gray
ad with flaring nostrils, of neck co
stretched, of a powerful shoulder, "v
heavy flank, and Carnaby goes by. n
e Terror sees this, too, and snort an
:, bore's savagely upon the bit Re
in front of him gallops Tressider's fla
sstnut, and behind him races the sli
,tain's sorrel. So, foot by foot, lilo
! yard by yard, the gray wins by.
er hedge-across ditch, they ~,
e together till, as they approach -,
water jump, behold once more
E Terror gallops half length be-
d Sir Mortimer's gray, roi
Ind now away races Carqaby, with 49,,
rnabas hard upon his left, the pace
NnShS W stiStSiiiik kaitup-bnt L.,
tn flies beneath them. Barnabas p
rks his take-off and rises for it, -
ches The Terror with his spur and -"
a that moment Carnaby's gray
'rves. Barnabas sees the danger oai
clinching his teeth, swings The oia
ror aside. just in time; who, thus
ked, yet makes brave attempt sin
rs, is short and goes down with a Foi
splash, fiinging Barnabas viii
lr. VIII
Ialf stunned, half blinded, plaster sio'
With ooze, Barnabas staggers to his lao'
!, is aware in dazed manner that par
SEES are galloping down upon him, stai
ndering past and we'll nigh over Wh'
/; is conscious also that the Terror ana
crambling out and up and, even as [
gets his legs, has caught the reins, blat
lied into the saddle, strikes in his spa
RS, whereat The Terror snorts, er,
RS and sets off after the others. abo
a mighty joy fills his heart, for witt
the hand upon his bride restraints T
no longer-nay, rather urges him 81
ward; and far in the distance gall a re