I don't think fellows give me all the credit they should do for sticking to them." The Major, as he said this, leaned back in his chair, put his hand up to his moustache, and looked sadly away into the vacancy of the room, as though he was meditating sorrowfully on the ingratitude of the world.
"I suppose it's all right about Cream Cheese ?" asked the Lord.
"Well; it ought to be." And now the Major spoke like an oracle, leaning forward on the table, uttering his words in a low voice, but very plainly, so that not a syllable might be lost.

"When you remember how he ran at the Craven with 9 st.

12 lb.

on him, that it took Archbishop all he knew to beat him with only 9 st.

2 lb., and what the lot at Chester are likely to be, I don't think that there can be seven to one against him.