I was staying over at Glenshiels, and had not a
moment to spare in catching the train. But I found a horse-box on, and a
lad from MacFarlane's just leaving as I came up."
"Didn't he send a boy down with the horse?" asked Lord George.
"I believe there is a boy, and the boy'll be awfully bothered. I told them
to book the horse for Kilmarnock."
"They always do book for Kilmarnock for this meet," said a gentleman who
had made acquaintance with some of Lizzie's party on the previous hunting-
day; "but Stewarton is ever so much nearer."
"So somebody told me in the carriage," continued Frank, "and I contrived
to get my box off at Stewarton. The guard was uncommon civil, and so was
the porter. But I hadn't a moment to look for the boy."
"I always make my fellow stick to his horses," said Sir Griffin.
"But you see, Sir Griffin, I haven't got a fellow, and I've only hired a
horse. But I shall hire a good many horses from Mr. MacFarlane if he'll
always put me up like this."
"I'm so glad you're here!" said Lizzie.
"So am I. I hunt about twice in three years, and no man likes it so much.
I've still got to find out whether the beast can jump.
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