cally, but he did not seem to be aware of it, or know where
he was. Before they arrived at The Forest he was asleep, they had some
difficulty in rousing him.

In the dining-room he went straight to the sofa, threw himself down
heavily, and was asleep in a moment.

"He's tired out," said Eve, placing her hand on his head. "He will be
better for a rest. We must take care the others do not wake him when
they return."

They covered him with rugs. Duncan Fraser remained in the room while
Eve went to telephone for the doctor, who on his arrival said sleep was
the best possible thing for him and he must on no account be disturbed.

Alan slept until the next morning, Harry Morby remaining in the room
all night. When he awoke he remained quite still for some time,
wondering where he was and what had happened. Had he been ill? If so
how long? No recollection of the race came to him; he fancied he was
at headquarters, but the surroundings were strange--much more luxurious.

Captain Morby was asleep in the armchair; he had been awake most of the
night. Alan saw him as he lay on the sofa and recognized him. What
was Harry Morby doing here? He was not on the staff. Perhaps he had
been promoted. Gradually his faculties became cleared. The sleep had
done good, his brain worked, the dull sensation vanished. He sat up.
As he did so, Harry Morby awoke.

"Better, old chap?" he asked with a smile. Then he noticed Alan
looking round and went on:

"Don't know where you are, eh? I'll enlighten you. You're at The
Forest, the home of that most beautiful lady, Evelyn Berkeley. You're
a fortunate man to have won her sympathy so completely. By Jove, old
man, you rode a great race yesterday! But you were clean done up at
the finish and no wonder."

"What the deuce are you doing here?" asked Alan.

"I'm home for a few days, made up my mind to see Bandmaster win the
steeplechase."

"And did he?" asked Alan.

"Did he! I should rather think so. Don't you remember?" said Harry.

"I have some recollection of a race. Did I ride him?"

"Of course you did, but it took you all your time to stick on at the
finish."

"I remember," said Alan. "I was pretty right till I got to the last
water jump. I don't recollect much after that."

"No, I don't suppose you do. You were certainly dazed when you
dismounted."

"And he really won?"

"He did."

"Bandmaster is a great horse, a wonderful horse," said Alan
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