He had crossed the bridge, but had been the first across it, and
knew how to get over his ground quickly. On they went, the horsey man
leading on his thoroughbred screw, the huntsman second, and Frank third.
The pace had already been too good for the other horsey man.
When Lord George and Lizzie had mounted the hill, there was a rush of
horses at the little gate. As they topped the hill Lucinda and Mrs.
Carbuncle were jumping the wall. Lord George looked back and asked a
question without a word. Lizzie answered it as mutely, Jump it! She was
already a little short of breath, but she was ready to jump anything that
Lucinda Roanoke had jumped. Over went Lord George, and she followed him
almost without losing the stride of her horse. Surely in all the world
there was nothing equal to this. There was a large grass field before
them, and for a moment she came up alongside of Lord George. "Just steady
him before he leaps," said Lord George. She nodded her assent, and smiled
her gratitude. She had plenty of breath for riding, but none for speaking.
They were now very near to Lucinda, and Sir Griffin, and Mrs. Carbuncle.
"The pace is too good for Mrs.