Rake shook his head in turn, as he set down the incorrigible tops beside
six pairs of their fellows, and six times six of every other sort of
boots that the covert side, the heather, the flat, or the sweet shady
side of "Pall Mall" ever knew.

"Do my best, sir; but Polish don't come nigh Nature, Mr. Cecil."

"Goes beyond it, the ladies say; and to do them justice they favor
it much the most," laughed Cecil to himself, floating fresh clouds of
Turkish about him. "Willon up?"

"Yes, sir. Come in this minute for orders."

"How'd Forest King stand the train?"

"Bright as a bird, sir; he never mind nothing. Mother o' Pearl she
worreted a little, he says; she always do, along of the engine noise,
but the King walked in and out just as if the station were his own
stable-yard."

"He gave them gruel and chilled water after the shaking before he let
them go to their corn?"

"He says he did, sir."

Rake would by no means take upon himself to warrant the veracity of
his sworn foe, the stud-groom; unremitting feud was between them; Rake
considered that he knew more about horses than any other man living, and
the other functionary proportionately resented back his knowledge and