The Heart of Denise, and Other TalesLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
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The Heart of Denise, and Other Tales
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Fiction; Short stories
"By George!" he muttered, "only think of smoking now! Steady----" He
might as well have tried to stop an engine. There is a chorus of
yells, shrieks, and howls from the beaters, a sudden waving of
crackling grass, the plunge of a heavy body, and in a hand-turn an old
boar breaks cover, and, with one savage look about him, heads at a
tremendous pace for the Deg. The Arab has seen it, and lets himself
out like a buck, and then all is forgotten except the fierce
excitement of the chase. Sangster can hear the drumming of the black's
hoofs behind him, and fast as he goes Wilkinson draws alongside, his
teeth still clenched over the stem of his pipe. The boar is well to
the front, a brown spot bobbing up and down, racing for his life, as
he means to fight for it when the time comes. He is not afraid, his
little red eyes are aflame with wrath, and as he goes he grinds his
tusks till the yellow foam flies off them on to his brindled sides. He
is not in the least afraid, and he fully intends, at the proper time,
to adjust matters with one or both his pursuers. It is his way to run
first and fight afterwards--that is, providing the enemy can run him
to a standstill. If not--well, the fight must be deferred to another
day, and in the meantime it is capital going, except over that
ravine-scarred portion of the plain called the "Gridiron," where, at
any rate, the advantage will lie with him.
Side by side the two men race. Wilkinson knows perfectly well that
when the time comes he can draw away from the Arab, which, with all
its speed and pluck, is no match for a fifteen-hand Waler. He is
calculating on gaining "first spear" with a sudden rush; but has
missed out of this calculation the consequences of an accident. In the
middle of the "Gridiron," the Waler makes a false step between two
grass-crowned hummocks, and Sangster is left alone, with the boar,
whilst Wilkinson, with a sore heart, crawls out of a water-cut, and,
after many an ineffectual effort, succeeds in catching his horse and
following the chase, now almost out of sight.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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