Rosa Mundi and Other Stories

ty. Hope c

roached her across the racecourse. The sun was

ith a certain eagerness, see

!" he echoe

er handed

s round half

the writer had been working all the morning and was a little

t back with

eret?" he asked. "Ha

he is, surely-just going into the weighing-tent. What a superb

o preoccupied an air that Mrs. Latimer smiled,

young Carteret issue forth at the farther end, and start off at a run with his saddle on his shoulder

later Baring r

"I didn't get near him. Time is just up. I hea

s seated in the midst of a glittering crowd of natives and British officers. She

aler. He was foaming and stamping uneasily, an

can be well," she said

a dissatisfied not

re ten horses in the race. It was a fair start, and the

e stretched himself out like a greyhound, galloping splendidly over the shining green of the course

t and grim. Obviously, the boy was not hi

ll be the biggest fluke

. Latimer. "I never saw young C

think he understood Hope's fa

o hotly contested the leadership. He was running superbly, thou

course, he was galloping next to the rails. As they fin

also his owner, made so strenuous an effort that it b

Don't give it away!" And the Waler's rider, as if startled by

-post. It seemed a dead heat; but, immediately after, the news spread tha

white and exhausted, sat so loosely in the saddle that he seemed to sway wi

s later, Hyde and his jockey came up together. The boy's cap was d

Baring, pushed

hat did you think of the race?" He coolly fastened on to Baring's elbow, and the latter had to pau

himself for the occasion, and overdone it. He'll pull round with a little feeding

l minutes; and, when they finally

e seen. And he wondered rather grimly as he walked away if Hyde