I heard some one say close beside me, "He'll be chucked!" Instantly I dived under the rail and dashed out into the road.

There was a shout and a yell, and the young gentleman had to pull his mare up on her haunches to avoid riding me down.

Before I could act under these circumstances a mounted policeman dashed up, and collaring me by the coat, swung me along beside him a yard or two, and then, with a box on the ears, pitched me back in among the crowd.
I should have liked to explain, but he did not give me time.
"Young fool!" said one of the crowd; "you might have killed him.

Do you know who that was ?" "Who ?" I gasped, for I was out of breath.

"That young man who--" "Yes--that young man's the Prince of Wales." It's twenty-six years ago since it happened, and probably the King has forgotten the adventure.