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and away we went at last. We couldn't touch 'em that stage--no wonder
neither, for there never was a prettier team before me, and that 'ere
Exquisite chap--though I used to call him 'Mr. H-opposition'--handled his
ribbons like a man. The dust was light, and I tracked him like a hare in
the snow. He never lost an inch that day--there were his two wheel-marks
right ahead--straight as an arrow, and looked for all the world as if
ruled with a--what do ye call them 'ere rulers that walk after one
another?"
I hesitated for a moment, and then hit upon--a parallel ruler--
"Aye, to be sure. Well, his two tracks looked for all the world as if
they'd been ruled with a parable ruler; but for all that, we got a sight
of him before he changed again. 'Now or never!' thought I, for I could do
as I liked in those days, as one man horsed the whole line. 'So,' says
I to our ostler, 'you go and clap the harness on the bay-mare, while I
tackle these two; I've a heavy load, and wants a little help.' No sooner
said, than done. 'Now, my pretty one,' says I to the little mare, 'you
must step out for me to-day, and it's in you I know.' So I just let my
lash fall like a feather on her haunch, and, for the life and soul of
me, I thought she'd have leapt out of the harness. All right, thinks I,
I have it now; and bating twelvepence, my sovereign's worth a guinea.
"We wasn't long a coming up, and when 'Mr. H-opposition' saw my pair with
the bay mare a-head, he didn't like it, you may be sure of that. Well, I
let's him take the lead that stage. We wasn't long a changing--a wisp o'
wet hay to the little mare's nose, and away she went again as fresh as a
four-year-old, and 'the Exquisite' couldn't get away from us no more than
a dog from his tail.
"'Ah!' says Mr. Banks, as I puts my leader alongside of him, 'is that
you, Mr. Bond! have you been coming across the fields? I didn't think to
hear the time o' day from you, Mr. Bond.' 'Didn't you?' says I. 'No,'
says, he; 'shall I say you're a coming into Bristol?'
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