The post-boy trot at which hounds travel, to be
sure, is not well adapted for dignity; but Jawleyford nourished and
vapoured as well as he could under the circumstances, and considering they
were going down hill. Lord Scamperdale rode along, laughing in his sleeve
at the idea of the pleasant evening Jack and Jawleyford would have
together, occasionally complimenting Jawleyford on the cut and condition of
his horse, and advising him to be careful of the switching raspers with
which the country abounded, and which might be fatal to his nice
nutmeg--coloured trousers. The rest of the 'field' followed, the fall of
the ground enabling them to see 'how thick Jawleyford was with my lord.'
Old Blossomnose, who, we should observe, had slipped away unperceived on
Jawleyford's arrival, took a bird's-eye view from the rear. Naughty Blossom
was riding the horse that ought to have gone in the 'chay' to Jawleyford
Court.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE GREAT RUN
Our hero having inveigled the brown under lee of an out-house as the field
moved along, was fortunate enough to achieve the saddle without disclosing
the secrets of the stable; and as he rejoined the throng in all the pride
of shape, action, and condition, even the top-sawyers.
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