_R.M._ Now then,--Walk!... Trot! Set back, Gentlemen, set back all--'old on by your knees, not the pommels. _I_ see you, Mr. JELLY, kitchin' 'old o' the mane--I shall 'ave to give you a 'ogged 'orse next time you come. Quicken up a bit--this is a ride, not a funeral. Why, I could _roll_ faster than you're trotting! Lor, you're like a row o' Guy Foxes on 'orseback, you are! Ah, I thought I'd see one o' you orf! Goa-ron, all o' you, you don't come 'ere to _play_ at ridin'--I'll make you ride afore I've done with you! 'Ullo, Mr. JOGGLES, nearly gone that time, Sir! There, that'll do--or we'll 'ave all your saddles to let unfurnished. Wa-alk! Mr. BILBOW-KAY, when your 'orse changes his pace sudden, it don't look well for you to be found settin' 'arf way up his neck, and it gives him a bad opinion of yer, Sir. Uncross sterrups! Trot on! It ain't no mortal use your clucking to that mare, Mr. TONGS, Sir, because she don't understand the langwidge--touch her with your 'eel in the ribs. Mr. SNIGGERS, that 'orse is doin' jest what he likes with you. 'It 'im, Sir; he's no friends and few relations! _Mr. S._ (_with spirit_). _I_ ain't going to 'it 'im. If you want him 'it, get up and do it yourself! _R.M._ When I say "Circle Right"--odd numbers'll wheel round and fall in be'ind even ones. Circle _Right_!... Well, if ever I--I didn't tell yer to fall _off_ be'ind. Ketch your 'orses and stick to 'em next time. Right In-_cline_! O' course, Mr. JOGGLES, if you prefer takin' that animal for a little ride all by himself, we'll let you out in the streets--otherwise p'raps you'll kindly follow yer leader. Captin CROPPER, Sir, if you let that curb out a bit more, _Reindeer_ wouldn't be 'arf so narsty with yer ... Ah, now you _'ave_ done it. You want _your_ reins painted different colours and labelled, Sir, you do. 'Alt, the rest of you.... Now, seein' you're shook down in your saddles a bit--["_Shook_ up's _more like it!" from Mr. S._]--we'll 'ave the 'urdles in and show you a bit o' Donnybrook! (_The Class endeavours to assume an air of delighted anticipation at this pleasing prospect._) (_To Assistant R.M., who has entered and said something in an undertone._) Eh, Captin 'EDSTALL here, and wants to try the grey cob over 'urdles? Ask him if he'll come in now--we're just going to do some jumping. _Assist. R.M._ This lot don't look much like going over 'urdles--'cept in front o' the 'orse, but I'll tell the Captin. [_The hurdles are brought in and propped up. Enter a well-turned-out Stranger, on a grey cob._ _Mr. Sniggers_ (_to him._) You ain't lost nothing by coming late, I can tell yer. We've bin having a gay old time in 'ere--made us ride without sterrups, he did! _Capt. Headstall._ Haw, really? Didn't pet grassed, did you? _Mr. S._ Well, me and my 'orse separated by mutual consent. I ain't what you call a fancy 'orseman. We've got to go at that 'urdle in a minute. How do _you_ like the ideer, eh? It's no good funking it--it's got to be _done_!