3/21 As they crossed the little home inclosure and the horse paddock, the track was just visible, the trees being dead and the spaces open. About half a mile from the house, while they were still in the horse paddock, Harry turned from the track, and Jacko, of course, turned with him. "You can sit your horse jumping, Jacko ?" he asked. Harry rode at the bush fence--which was not, indeed, much of a fence, made of logs lengthways and crossways, about three feet and a half high--and went over it. |