I hear, Mrs.Prothero, that your husband has a good chance of winning the race for Arabs; I intend to wager several pairs of gloves on his horse." "Yes, Seila is very fast.

She won last year.

But Nana Sahib has had the horse that won the cup at Poona last year, and is considered one of the fastest in India, brought across from Bombay.

Our only hope is that he will put a native up, and in that case we ought to have a fair chance, for the natives have no idea of riding a waiting race, but go off at full speed, and take it all out of their horse before the end of the race." "Well, we must hope he will, Mrs.Prothero; that seems, from what I hear, the only chance there is of the regiment winning a prize.

So all our sympathies will be with you." "Hunter and his wife and their two girls are coming," the Major said, the next morning, as he opened his letters.
"Very well, uncle, then we will do as we arranged.