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'Devilish _good_ horse,' growled Jack in Pacey's ear.
'Oh, I dare say,' whispered Pacey, pretending to be scraping up the orange
syrup in his plate, adding, 'I'm only chaffing the beggar.'
'He looks solitary without the coach at his tail,' continued Pacey, looking
up, and again addressing Sponge up the table.
'He does,' affirmed Sponge, amidst the laughter of the party.
Pacey didn't know how to take this; whether as a 'sell' or a compliment to
his own wit. He sat for a few seconds grinning and staring like a fool; at
last after gulping down a bumper of claret, he again fixed his unmeaning
green eyes upon Sponge, and exclaimed:
'I'll challenge your horse, Mr. Sponge.'
A burst of applause followed the announcement; for it was evident that
amusement was in store.
'You'll w-h-a-w-t?' replied Sponge, staring, and pretending ignorance.
'I'll challenge your horse,' repeated Pacey with confidence, and in a tone
that stopped the lingering murmur of conversation, and fixed the attention
of the company on himself.


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