The brook had stopped one or two, and tidings came up that Ned Botsey had broken his horse's back.
The knowledge of the brook had sent some round by the road,--steady riding men such as Mr.Runciman and Doctor Nupper.

Captain Glomax had got into it and came up afterwards wet through, with temper by no means improved.

But the glory of the day had been the way in which Lord Rufford's young bay mare, who had never seen a brook before, had flown over it with the Major on her back, taking it, as Larry afterwards described, "just in her stride, without condescending to look at it.

I was just behind the Major, and saw her do it." Larry understood that a man should never talk of his own place in a run, but he didn't quite understand that neither should he talk of having been close to another man who was supposed to have had the best of it.

Lord Rufford, who didn't talk much of these things, quite understood that he had received full value for his billet and mount in the improved character of his mare.
Then there was a little difficulty at the boundary fence of Impington Hall Farm.