"I believe he is," said James, "but he rides very little now, since the poor young master was killed."
"Ah! poor gentleman; I read all about it in the paper at the time; a bad job it was; a fine horse killed too, wasn't there?"
"Yes," said James, "he was a splendid creature, brother to this one, and just like him."
"Pity! pity!" said the old man, "'twas a bad place to leap, if I remember; a thin fence at top, a steep bank down to the stream, wasn't it? no chance for a horse to see where he is going. Now, I am for bold riding as much as any man, but still there are some leaps that only a very knowing old huntsman has any right to take; a man's life and a horse's life are worth more than a fox's tail, at least I should say they ought to be."
During this time the other man had finished Ginger, and had brought our corn, and James and the old man left the stable together.
