You go to the stock agents, Runnimall and Co.; here's their address, Jack,' he says to me, looking me straight in the eyes.

'They'll send a man to pilot you to the yards; and now off with you, and don't let me see your face till to-morrow.' How he carried it off! He cantered away with the rest of the party, as if he hadn't a thought in the world except about pleasure and honest business.

Nobody couldn't have told that he wasn't just like them other young gentlemen with only their stock and station to think about, and a little fun at the races now and then.

And what a risk he was running every minute of his life, he and all the rest of us.

I wasn't sorry to be out of the town again.