“Don't you see,” cried Conyers, passionately, for his temper could no longer endure the impassive attitude of this on-looking, “one of the reins is broken, her bridle is smashed?” And, without another word, he sprang into the river, partly wading, partly swimming, and soon reached the place where the horse, restrained by one rein alone, swam in a small circle, fretted by restraint and maddened by inability to resist. “Leave him to me,--let go your rein,” said Conyers, as he grasped the bridle close to the bit; and the animal, accepting the guidance, suffered himself to be led quietly till he reached the shallow. Once there, he bounded wildly forward, and, splashing through the current, leaped up the bank, where he was immediately caught by the others. By the time Conyers had gained the land, the girl had quitted her saddle and entered the cottage, never so much as once turning a look on him who had rescued her. If he could not help feeling mortified at this show of indifference, he was not less puzzled by the manner of the others, who, perfectly careless of his dripping condition, discussed amongst themselves how the bridle broke, and what might have happened if the leather had proved tougher. “It's always the way with her,” muttered one, sulkily. “I told her to ride the match in a ring-snaffle, but she's a mule in obstinacy! She 'd have won easily--ay, with five minutes to spare--if she'd have crossed at Nunsford. I passed there last week without wetting a girth.” “She 'll not thank _you_ young gentleman, whoever you are,” said the oldest of the party, turning to Conyers, “for your gallantry. She 'll only remember you as having helped her to lose a wager!” “That's true!” cried another. “I never got as much as thank you for catching her horse one day at Lyrath, though it threw me out of the whole run afterwards.” “And this was a wager, then?” said Conyers. “Yes. An English officer that is stopping at Sir Charles's said yesterday that nobody could ride from Lowe's Folly to Foynes as the crow flies; and four of us took him up--twenty-five pounds apiece--that Polly Dill would do it,--and against time, too,--an hour and forty.” “On a horse of mine,” chimed in another,--“Bayther-shini” “I must say it does not tell very well for your chivalry in these parts,” said Conyers, angrily. “Could no one be found to do the match without risking a young girl's life on it?” A very hearty burst of merriment met this speech, and the elder of the party rejoined,-- “You must be very new to this country, or you'd not have said that, sir. There's not a man in the hunt could get as much out of a horse as that girl.” “Not to say,” added another, with a sly laugh, “that the Englishman gave five to one against her when he heard she was going to ride.” Disgusted by what he could not but regard as a most disgraceful wager, Conyers turned away, and walked into the house.