They now crossed a road, descending a hill, and were again in a close
country. A few low hedges seemed as nothing to Lizzie. She could see her
cousin gallop over them ahead of her, as though they were nothing; and her
own horse, as he came to them, seemed to do exactly the same. On a sudden
they found themselves abreast with the huntsman.
"There's a biggish brook below there, my lord," said he. Lizzie was
charmed to hear it. Hitherto she had jumped all the big things so easily,
that it was a pleasure to hear of them.
"How are we to manage it?" asked Lord George.
"It is ridable, my lord; but there's a place about half a mile down. Let's
see how'll they head. Drat it, my lord, they've turned up, and we must
have it or go back to the road." Morgan hurried on, showing that he meant
to "have" it, as did also Lucinda.
"Shall we go to the road?" said Lord George.
"No, no!" said Lizzie.
Lord George looked at her and at her horse, and then galloped after the
huntsman and Lucinda. The horsey man with the well-bred screw was first
over the brook. The little animal could take almost any amount of water,
and his rider knew the spot.
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