'Oh--ah--yes--it was old Bugles on my lady's horse. By the (hiccup) way
(hiccup), gentlemen, what's got Mr. Orlando (hiccup) Bugles?' asked Sir
Harry, staring wildly round.
'Oh! old Bugles! old Pad-the-Hoof! old Mr. Funker! the horse frightened him
so, that he went home crying,' replied Bob Spangles.
'Hope he didn't lose him?' asked Sir Harry.
'Oh no,' replied Bob; 'he gave a lad a shilling to lead him, and they
trudged away very quietly together.'
'The old (hiccup)!' exclaimed Sir Harry; 'he told me he was a member of the
Surrey something.'
'The Sorry Union,' replied Captain Quod. 'He _was_ out with them once, and
fell off on his head and knocked his hat-crown out.'
'Well, but I was telling you about the run,' interposed Mr. Sponge, again
endeavouring to enlist an audience. 'I was telling you about the run,'
repeated he.
'Don't trouble yourself, my dear sir,' interrupted Captain Bouncey; 'we
know all about it--found--checked--killed, killed--found--checked.'
'You _can't_ know all about it!' snapped Mr.
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