The audience consists of an ancient Gaul in picturesque blue pants, whose _métier_ is to totter round the meadows brushing flies off a piebald cow; the School Padre, who keeps at long range so that he may see the sport without hearing the language, and ten little _gamins_, who have been splashing in the silver stream and are now sitting drying on the bank like ten little toads. They come every afternoon, for never have they seen such fun, never since the great days before the War when the circus with the boxing kangaroo and the educated porks came to town. Suddenly the Riding-Master clears his throat. At the sound thereof the horses cock their ears and their riders grab handfuls of leather and hair. _R.-M._ "Now, gentlemen, mind the word. Gently away tra-a-a-at." The horses break into a slow jog-trot and the cavaliers into a cold perspiration. The ten little _gamins_ cheer delightedly. _R.-M._ "Sit down, sit up, 'ollow yer backs, keep the hands down backs foremost, even pace. Number Two, Sir, 'ollow yer back; don't sit 'unched up like you'd over-ate yourself. Number Seven, don't throw yerself about in that drunken manner, you'll miss the saddle altogether presently, coming down--can't expect the 'orse to catch you _every time_. "Number Three, don't flap yer helbows like an 'en; you ain't laid an hegg, 'ave you? "'Ollow yer backs, 'eads up, 'eels down; four feet from nose to croup. "Number One, keep yer feet back, you'll be kickin' that mare's teeth out, you will. "Come down off 'is 'ead, Number Seven; this ain't a monkey 'ouse. "Keep a light an' even feelin' of both reins, backs of the 'ands foremost, four feet from nose to croup. "Leggo that mare's tail, Number Seven; you're goin', not comin', and any'ow that mare likes to keep 'er tail to 'erself. You've upset 'er now, the tears is fair streamin' down 'er face--'ave a bit of feelin' for a pore dumb beast. "'Ollow yer backs, even pace, grip with the knees, shorten yer reins, four feet from nose to croup. Number Eight, restrain yerself, me lad, restrain yerself, you ain't shadow-sparrin', you know. "You too, Number Nine; if you don't calm yer action a bit you'll burst somethin'. "Now, remember, a light feelin' of the right rein and pressure of the left leg. Ride--wa-a-alk! Ri'--tur-r-rn! 'Alt--'pare to s'mount--s'mount! Dismount, I said, Number Five; that means get down. No, don't dismount on the flat of yer back, me lad, it don't look nice. Try to remember you're an horfficer and be more dignified. "Now listen to me while I enumerate the parts of a norse in language so simple any bloomin' fool can understand. This'll be useful to you, for if you ever 'ave a norse to deal with and he loses one of 'is parts you'll know 'ow to indent for a new one.