. St. Nicholas [serial] . RANGOON AND CARLOS. over his head. Or, rather, I rolled quietly —expecting it, you see. But Carlos, whose cra-nium was severely shaken by the shock, got upin a rage, vowing and declaring that no earthly HOW RANGOON CARRIED WEIGHT. 5°9 power should induce him to mount the abomi- ear. The next instant the word was given, andnable American brute again. with a crash of hoofs the nine horses were off. How ? said the lieutenant to me. Your There was no question about it — there werehorse will not carree your own zelf? fearful odds against Rangoon. Will Grant It was that oth
. St. Nicholas [serial] . RANGOON AND CARLOS. over his head. Or, rather, I rolled quietly —expecting it, you see. But Carlos, whose cra-nium was severely shaken by the shock, got upin a rage, vowing and declaring that no earthly HOW RANGOON CARRIED WEIGHT. 5°9 power should induce him to mount the abomi- ear. The next instant the word was given, andnable American brute again. with a crash of hoofs the nine horses were off. How ? said the lieutenant to me. Your There was no question about it — there werehorse will not carree your own zelf? fearful odds against Rangoon. Will Grant It was that other fellow, said I, composedly, weighed certainly a hundred and fifty ; I tippedbrushing off the dust, and remounting. Rangoon cant abide my friend on behind perhaps he 11 do better. Not if I know it! said Grant, with agreat show of in-. THE LIEUTENANT S ROAN AND RANGOON WERE NECK AND NECK. dignation. I ve no call to break my head,as that other chap has done, to please a parcelof idiots! The lieutenant eyed us suspiciously, but Willplayed his part well. The lieutenants menclamored for the race. Finally, to guard against the possibility of ourescape, two mounted men were sent on towardCabanho to guard the end of our route, and theother contestants got ready. Grumbling to himself, as loath to make theexperiment, Will climbed slowly up behind me,pretending great anxiety at Rangoons everystart and movement. Under cover of the noiseand discussion he shot a sharp whisper over myshoulder: Can he do it ? I think so, I answered. Rangoon stoodmotionless as I tightened the rein. Ready,boy, ready! I muttered into his back-bent the beam at perhaps ten pounds less. For thefirst few minutes, six of the nine kept up prettywell. Then they scattered. I was holding inmy brave horse; the severest test was to .comeshortly, and I wanted to
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