But before he could turn he saw that
Silverbridge was pressing on him. It was thus his only resource to
do as Mrs Spooner had done. He was too close to the rail, but
still he tried it. The horse attempted to jump, caught his foot
against the bar, and of course went over head-foremost. This
probably would have been nothing, had not Silverbridge with his
rushing beast been immediately after them. When the young lord saw
that his friend was down it was too late for him to stop his
course. His horse was determined to have the fence,--and did have
it. He touched nothing, and would have skimmed in glory over the
next field had he not come right down on Tregear and Tregear's
steed. There they were, four of them, two men and two horses in
one confused heap.
The first person with them was Mrs Spooner, who was off her horse
in a minute. And Silverbridge too was very soon on his legs. He at
any rate was unhurt, and the two horses were up before Mrs Spooner
was out of her saddle. But Tregear did not move. 'What are we to
do?' said Lord Silverbridge, kneeling down over his friend.
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