. The journal of a grandfather . as his headwas freed, gave it a glad shake, set it high, andin a dozen strides had the girl alone in the safe open,going fast and easy to the front after Chilcoot andthe Master. Here old Gramp w^ent wild; his sport-ing blood was up; not knowing what was beforethem, he would just then have freely backed the girland her old horse against the field. The onlookers on wheels is sadly handicapped inthe hunting field. What would I not then have givento have been on Masterpiece to see it out withoutlosing sight of a single stride. As it was, I couldonly see the rest of
. The journal of a grandfather . as his headwas freed, gave it a glad shake, set it high, andin a dozen strides had the girl alone in the safe open,going fast and easy to the front after Chilcoot andthe Master. Here old Gramp w^ent wild; his sport-ing blood was up; not knowing what was beforethem, he would just then have freely backed the girland her old horse against the field. The onlookers on wheels is sadly handicapped inthe hunting field. What would I not then have givento have been on Masterpiece to see it out withoutlosing sight of a single stride. As it was, I couldonly see the rest of the run from a distance. Whip-ping like mad over any road offering a close parallel,I made the trap wheels hum, and I lashed the teaminto a foam. The chase was becoming by this time,as I could see, more a race, depending upon riding,blood, bottom and endurance than upon anythingelse. Hounds began to be passed and to fall out byones and twos. The field was fast thinning, stringingout into a cracker. I whipped into another road,. - .,p Page Two Hundred Twenty-Five KICKEMS RUN WITH THE DENVER HOUNDS hoping for a closer parallel. The run was veering,turning more and more towards the Club House,meaning to cross as I feared the big high line ! what will become of the girl! Can I stopher? I turned my team, dashed along the road thatcrossed the bridge over the high line ditch, but Iwas all too late, the girl was over and making for theClub House. The Masters first words to me were: Colonel!I saw the girl too late to stop her! You shouldhave seen it! After we saw you where we crossedthe road, we went on at a reasonably stiff pace overa good, level country, the good ones coming a bitstrung out not far behind me, your granddaughterwell up amongst them. When I reached the highline ditch, Chilcoot took it in good style, as he hasdone two or three times before with me. As Chil-coot settled, I looked back, there was a man andhorse down in the ditch, and to my horror. Generaland
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