The girl, her face alight with pleasure, took the halter of the lagging
mare.

Old Mat gathered the reins and mounted to his seat. Monkey Brand took
his place at his master's side. Boy got up behind, the halter in her
hand.

The trainer raised his whip.

The buggy bumped over the grass, the old mare trailing behind with
outstretched neck. The girl folded her arms and looked down her nose
like a footman.

Silver, following on his pony, saw her face and chuckled suddenly.

This stern girl had a sense of humour after all.

* * * * *

Then the chaff became a cheer; and the Polefax Meeting was over.




CHAPTER V

Across the Downs


What Old Mat called his little bit of theayter--which his irreverent