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

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e he scorns, one and all-notably Ger
tain gray. Therefore as he spurns tn
: earth beneath him faster and faster
the heart of the Terror is upliftec
, and full of rejoicing.
But, bruised, bleeding and torn, al
mud from heel to head, and with a
numbness in his brain Barnabas rides
stopped low in the saddle, for he is
sick and very faint. His hat is gone,
and the cool wind in his hair revives
him somewhat, but the numbness re-
mains Yet it is as one in dream
that he finds his stirrups and is
vaguely conscious of voices about him
Ia laundering of hoofs and creak
of leather AS one in dream he lifts
The Terror to a fence that vanishes
and gives place to hedge which in
turn is gone, or is magically transfg-
ured into an ugly wall. And still, as
one in a dream, he is thereafter aware
of cries and shouting and knows that
horses are galloping beside him
riderless. But on, and ever on, races
the great, black horse-head stretched
out, ears laid back, iron hoofs pound
ing--on and on, over hedge and ditch |
and wall-over fence and brook-past
blown and weary stragglers-hi long
stride unfaltering over plowland and
fallowland, tireless, indomitabe-on
and ever on until Barnabas can dis
tinguish, at last, the horsemen in
front
And now-it's heyl for the rush and
tear of wind through the hairl for the
nuffled thunder of galloping hoofsl
Tor the long, racing stride, the creak
If leather! Heyl for the sob and pant
md strain and the conflict
Inch by inch the great, black horse
reeps up, but Carnaby sees him com
ng, and the gray leaps forward upder
rs goading heels--is up level with
ilingsby and the Marquis, but with
he Terror always close behind.
Over hedge, across ditch and
own slope they race together,
nees in, heads low, to where, at the
ottom, is wall. An ancient, messy
all it is, yet hideous for all that, an
npossible jump, except in one place, .,
gap so narrow that but one may
Ike it at time. And who shall be :
rst? The marquis is losing ground
lpidly-a foot-a yard-six! and
sing still, races not yard behind ;:
arnabas. Thus, two by two, they "
under down upon the gap that is
1t wide enough for one. Slingsby
plying his whip, Carnaby is rowell- a.
& savagely, yet neck and neck, the
rrel and the gray race for the jump,
tn Barnabas and the marquis be-
nd.
"Give way, Slingsby," shouts Sir isl
ortimer. NJ,
'Be damned if doln roars the cap
n, and in goes his spurs.
Pull over, Slingsbyw shouts Sir alb
,rtimer. raj
NO, b'gadl Pull over yourself.n 1t
IRIS the captain. "Give way, Car
1y-I have you for headl"
An exultant yell from Slingsby-a run
age shout from Sir Mortimer-a Irl'
lden crunching thud and the gallant uni
rel is lying a twisted, kicking heap, y.
h Captain Slingsby pinned be-
th. rem
What, Beverley" he cries, -s
hing weakly to his elbow, -
III ridden, b'gad! After himl '
, Rascal's done for, poor DEVIL so y
Its you or Carnaby now-ride, 80
-erley, ridel" And so, as Beverly -.
he'd past and over him, Captain NJ,
igsby of the Guards sinks back and a,.;.
very white and STILL
stake fence, hedge, ditch and IT
ond that a clear stretch to the win betx
! post. ais
t the fence, Carnaby sees The Ter to h
5 black mead some six yards be- of t
|; at the hedge Barnabas has less
the six TO three, and at the ditch O
} again thesgreat, black horse gall cons
half a length behind the powerful farm
:. And now, louder and louder, COVE
It's come down the wind! Neb
The grayl It's Carnaby's grayl win.
,aby's Clasher winsl Clasherl
herl" Al
ut slowly and by degrees tho cries. a"u
to murmur, to buzzing drone. - .
what great, black horse is this
h, despite Carnaby's failing ~, ny =
, and cruel rowelling spur, is ~
ly, surely creeping up with the
ring gray? Who is this, wild,
headed figure, grim and bloody,
led with mud, rent and torn, upon
;e miry coat vet hangs a crushed