"Well, sir, the young gentlemen got hold of two fine donkeys, and turned out in regular jockey costume,--caps, silk jackets, top boots, and all. Great swells they looked, and there was no end of boys went out to see them. The whole road was full for a mile or more. A course was formed, and off they set; but donkeys never will run when you want them, or, rather, they always will run when you don't want them. As ill-luck would have it, who should come by but the Doctor. He wasn't a man a bit less than the present to play a joke with. What should one of the racers do but run right against his carriage, and make the horses kick and rear, and, in spite of all the unhappy jockey could do, he couldn't get him away. The Doctor just saw who they were, and though it may be supposed he was in a towering rage, says he quietly enough, `Go to your tutors and report yourselves, and come to me this evening.' Of course they knew that they would get flogged, and so one of them provided himself with a pair of wicket-keeping gloves, and went in quite boldly. `It's my duty to flog you,' says the Doctor--`strip.' `It's my duty to save my skin,' says the young gentleman, putting on his gloves quite deliberately; and when the Doctor began, he warded off all the cuts till the master grew weary. Then he handed them to his friend, who put them on and saved himself in the same way. Of course they got all the credit of being flogged, and were laughed at for their pains, till they told how they had saved themselves with their cricketing gloves." "Tell that story to the marines," said the Squire. "However, I dare say some of it is true enough; but I wasn't one of the jockeys, and I wouldn't advise my son to imitate them either. However, old friend, I like to hear you talk of bygone days, and here's a five shilling piece. Let my son take it out in buns and tarts when he has a mind to do so." "Thank ye, sir, thank ye," said old Spankie, and the Squire walked on, knowing that he had secured another friend for Reginald. They hurried on to Windsor Castle, which had been much altered and beautified since the Squire had seen it, and certainly, rising up as it does from its richly-green forest, with its terraces and towers, it has a peculiarly handsome and regal appearance. When they got back, the boys were just coming out from two o'clock absence, and were running off to their dames' and tutors' houses. The Squire looked narrowly at them as they passed, to try and find the sons of any of his acquaintance who might be there. Had he written to ascertain the houses they belonged to, he would easily have discovered them. Suddenly Reginald left his father's side, and ran after a boy whose hand he seized and wrung warmly. "What, Warrender, are you come here?" asked his friend.