``Go it, Dave! Hooray for Dave!''
while the boy on the telegraph-pole was
seen to clutch wildly at the crossbar on
which he sat--he had come near tumbling
from his perch.

The two knights rode slowly back to the
head of the lists, where the Discarded
was seen to dismount and tighten his
girth.

``He's tryin' to git time to rest,'' said
the Hon. Sam. ``Toot, son!''

``Shame!'' said the little sister and the
Blight both at once so severely that the
Hon. Sam quickly raised his hand.

``Hold on,'' he said, and with hand still
uplifted he waited till Marston was
mounted again. ``Now!''

The Discarded came on, using his spurs
with every jump, the red of his horse's
nostrils showing that far away, and he swept
on, spearing off the rings with deadly
accuracy and holding the three aloft, but
having no need to pull in his panting steed,
who stopped of his own accord. Up went