hat!"
They were moving along a narrow cart-track that led across a fallow. He
was riding behind her, his eyes on her back. The bathing cap had been
stuffed away, and her hair, still dark from the sea, was bare to the
sun.
"I'm glad you came," she said casually over her shoulder.
"I was just out for a canter before going to look at the horses," he
answered.
She nodded to where against the skyline a string of tall, thin-legged
black creatures, each with a blob of jockey on his back, paraded
solemnly against the sky.
"See them!" she said. "On the Mare's Back." She watched them critically.
"That's Make-Way-There--No. 2 in the string. Now she's playing up." She
lifted her voice. "_Don't pull at her, you little goat!_"
"They're going to gallop her this morning, I believe," said Silver. "You
hear Chukkers has let me down?"
"No!" cried the girl keenly.
"Yes; he wired last night to say he couldn't ride for me at Paris."
If it was news to the girl, it was by no means unexpected, and she took
the blow with philosophical calm.
"That was certain once he knew we were training for you," she said. "I
suppose dad's going to see who he'll give the ride to."
"Shall we canter?" said the young man. "I don't want to miss it."
"That's all right," replied the girl. "Father won't set 'em their work
till I come."
It was clear she wished to keep him walking at her side, and he was
pleased.
The incident on the cliff had brought them closer. For the first time
the young man felt the warmth of the girl breaking through the barriers
of her reserve. Her eyes, when they met his, were friendly, even
affectionate. It was his turn to be pleasantly shy.
"D'you love them?" she asked.
She felt somehow so much older than he that she was free to question
him.
"The horses?" he asked. "_Rur-rather_," with that infectious enthusiasm
of his.
"You've got some pretty good ones," she told him.
"D'you think so?" keenly.
She nodded.
"Raw, but they'll come on. That's what you want."
"Any up to National form?" he asked.
"Make-Way-There might be good enough in a season or two if she'll stay,"
she said. "You can never tell. She's only four off."
They began to breast the slope of the Mare's Back.
"I've only had one real ambition in life," he said confidentially.
She looked at him.
"What?"
"To win the Nun-National."
She beamed on him friendly.
"I used to have one," she said--"till last year: tremendously
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