Maid of the Mist

f the riders reined in their panting horses and

remote-had an evil reputation. At best of times it was dangerous. More than one of them h

to Wynn Hall, and then back through Dursel Bottom, and up Whin Hill, it was too much to ask of any horse. Besides, it meant the end of th

a covered way from the old fort up above. It was indeed more of a trench than a road, with a sheer descent from the

if your horse could rise to the hedge and cove

sheep whenever they changed pasture. And the wily old fox knew the effect of these things on scent as well as any hound or huntsman. So, when

htened faces, none without anxiety. For a leap that is good sport when one's horse is fresh may mean disaster at the end of the run. Even old Job, the huntsman, and young Job, his son, who acted as whipper-in, watche

edge and road with feet to spare, flung himself off

d just rolled off him, and the Doctor saw at a glance that one of its forelegs was broken. It was kicking

lay tongue to, and with the pointed bone handle of his crop i

ned at the sight, as he jumped down the

he's broke

enched the crop, all dripping with hair and blood, out of the other's hand, and with difficulty

in any age are there lacking some to whom brutality to the d

r of horses besides, and Carew's maltreatme

is pocket a long knife, which had seen service on many a field, opened it, pressed down the blinded tumbling head with one hand, and with

with a quick sigh of relief, t

w and knelt down to ex

no legs,"-and the others, having found their roundabout ways, came flocking up,

ooked at Carew, then at the Doctor, who nodded, and the old man turned and

, as though to deaden the pain or the thought of it, Dale beckoned to one of the group whi

ride on and break

it b

s back's

to his horse, and with a word to

ad rooted up from the sheep-fold, and they lifted the M