He found Tifto, Dolly Longstaff, and one or two others at the
stables, from whence it was intended that the drag should start.
They were waiting, and rather angry because they had been kept
waiting. But the news, when it came, was very sad indeed. 'You
wouldn't mind taking the team down and back yourself; would you,
Dolly?' he said to Longstaff.
'You aren't going!' said Dolly, assuming a look of much heroic
horror.
'No;--I am not going today.'
'What's up?' asked Popplecourt.
'That's rather sudden, isn't it?' asked the Major.
'Well; yes. I suppose it is sudden.'
'It's throwing us over a little, isn't it?'
'Not that I see. You've got the trap and the horses.'
'Yes;--we've got the trap and the horses,' said Dolly, 'and I vote
we make a start.'
'As you are not going yourself, perhaps I'd better drive your
horses,' said Tifto.
'Dolly will take the team,' said his Lordship.
'Yes;--decidedly. I will take the team,' said Dolly. 'There isn't a
deal of driving wanted on the road to Epsom, but a man should know
how to hold his reins.
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