Isaacs and Kildare raced down on him, but the latter soon pulled up on finding himself passed, and waited.

Isaacs rushed upon the temporising player and got the ball away from him in no time; eluded the other man, and with a neat stroke sent the ball right between the poles.

The game had hardly lasted three minutes, and a little sound of clapping was heard from where the spectators were standing, far off on one side.

I could see Miss Westonhaugh plainly, as she cantered with her uncle to where the victors were standing together on the other side, patting their ponies and adjusting stirrup and saddle.

Isaacs had his back turned, but wheeled round as he heard the sound of hoofs behind him and bowed low in his saddle to the fair girl, whose face, I could see even at that distance, was flushed with pleasure.