They were now on a track of open country, and the pace was quicker even
than before. The same three men were still leading, Morgan, Greystock, and
Carstairs. Carstairs had slightly the best of it; and of course Morgan
swore afterwards that he was among the hounds the whole run. "The scent
was that good there wasn't no putting of 'em off; no thanks to him," said
Morgan. "I 'ate to see 'em galloping, galloping, galloping, with no more
eye to the 'ounds than a pig. Any idiot can gallop if he's got it under
'im." All which only signified that Jack Morgan didn't like to see any of
his field before him. There was need, indeed, now for galloping, and it
may be doubted whether Morgan himself was not doing his best. There were
about five or six in the second fight, and among these Lord George and
Lizzie were well placed. But Lucinda had pressed again ahead.
"Miss Roanoke had better have a care or she'll blow her horse," Lord
George said. Lizzie didn't mind what happened to Miss Roanoke's horse so
that it could be made to go a little slower and fall behind. But Lucinda
still pressed on, and her animal went with a longer stride than Lizzie's
horse.
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