They remained a few minutes in conversation, and then the two spectators rode away, and we took up our positions once more.
The next game was a much longer one.

It was the turn of the other party to hit off, for Kildare won the charge.

There were encounters of all kinds; twice the ball was sent over the line, but outside the goal, by long sweeping blows from Isaacs, who ever hovered on the edge of the scrimmage, and, by his good riding, and the help of a splendid pony, often had a chance where another would have had none.

At last it happened that I was chasing the ball back towards our goal, from one of his hits, and he was pursuing me.

I had the advantage of a long start, and before he could reach me I got in a heavy "backhander" that sent the ball far away to one side, where, as good luck would have it, Westonhaugh was waiting.