The curate looked expectant, as if believing that his remarks were going to be noticed. But nothing was farther from the Major’s mind. “What is so very different?” inquired Mrs. Ascott-Smith, after a pause had made it clear that the Major had ignored Pringle. “It is one thing, my dear Madame, to ride a stunted, half-starved pony, as you say, ‘bareback,’ and another thing to ride a conditioned British hunter (he pronounced it huntaw) without a saddle. I must say that the latter is an impossibility.” The oracle came to an end and the material Major began on the muffin. There was an approving murmur of assent. The Major was the author of “Schooling and Riding British Hunters”; however, it was not only his authority which swayed the company, but individual conviction. Of the dozen people in the room, excepting Pringle, all rode to hounds with more or less enthusiasm, and no one had ever seen any one hunting without a saddle and no one had ever experienced any desire to try the experiment. Obviously it was an absurdity. “Nevertheless,” observed Lord Frederic, “I must say their riding was very creditable--quite as good as one sees on any polo field in England.” Major Hammerslea looked at him severely, as if his youth were not wholly an excuse. “It is, as I said,” he observed. “It is one thing to ride an American pony and another to ride a British hunter. One requires horsemanship, the other does not. And horsemanship,” he continued, “which properly is the guiding of a horse across country, requires years of study and experience.” Lord Frederic looked somewhat unconvinced but he said nothing. “Of course the dear Major (she called it deah Majaw) is unquestionably right,” said Mrs. Ascott-Smith. “Undoubtedly,” said Mr. Carteret. “I suppose that he has often seen Indians ride?” “Have you often seen these Indians ride?” inquired Mrs. Ascott-Smith of the Major. “Do you mean Indians or the Red Men of North America?” replied the Major. “And do you mean upon ponies in a show or upon British hunters?” “Which do you mean?” asked Mrs. Ascott-Smith. “I suppose that I mean American Indians,” said Mr. Carteret, “and either upon ponies or upon British hunters.” “No,” said the Major, “I have not. Have you?” “Not upon British hunters,” said Mr. Carteret. “But do you think that they could?” inquired Lord Frederic. “It would be foolish of me to express an opinion,” replied Mr. Carteret, “because, in the first place, I have never seen them ride British hunters over fences--” “They would come off at the first obstacle,” observed the Major, more in sorrow than in anger. “And in the second place,” continued Mr. Carteret, “I am perhaps naturally prejudiced in behalf of my fellow countrymen.” Mrs. Ascott-Smith looked at him anxiously. His sister had married a British peer. “But you Americans are quite distinct from the red Indians,” she said. “We quite understand that nowadays. To be sure, my dear Aunt--” She stopped.