Martin, however, as he came galloping in, quickly snatched the flag out of Mr.Varju's hand, and cried triumphantly to the youth-- "Don't suppose, little brother, that you have won; for the rule is that whoever seizes the banner first, he is the Whitsun King, and you see it is in _my_ hand." "Indeed!" said the youth, serenely; "I did not know that.

I'll take care to remember that at the second race." "Really, now," cried Martin.

"You appear pretty cock-sure that you'll get in before me again.

I tell you, you'll not.

You only managed it this time because my horse got frightened and shied.