at he would with
all his heart. Colonel Wolfe set down his glass, and stalked through the
open window after his young friend.

"Who is that tallow-faced Put with the carroty hair?" says Jack Morris,
on whom the Burgundy had had its due effect.

Mr. Warrington explained that this was Lieutenant-Colonel Wolfe, of the
20th Regiment.

"Your humble servant, gentlemen!" says the Colonel, making the company a
rigid military bow.

"Never saw such a figure in my life!" cries Jack Morris. "Did
you--March?"

"I beg your pardon, I think you said March?" said the Colonel, looking
very much surprised.

"I am the Earl of March, sir, at Colonel Wolfe's service," said the
nobleman, bowing. "My friend, Mr. Morris, is so intimate with me, that,
after dinner, we are quite like brothers."

Why is not all Tunbridge Wells by to hear this? thought Morris. And he
was so delighted that he shouted out, "Two to one on my lord!"

"Done!" calls out Mr. Warrington; and the enthusiastic Jack was obliged
to cry "Done!" too.

"Take him, Colonel," Harry whispers to his friend.

But the Colonel said he could not afford to lose, and therefore could
not hope to win.

"I see you have won one of our bets already, Mr. Warrington," my Lord
March remarked. "I am taller than you by an inch or two, but you are
broader round the shoulders."

"Pooh, my dear Will! I bet you you weigh twice as much as he does!"
cries Jack Morris.

"Done, Jack!" says my lord, laughing. "The bets are all ponies. Will you
take him, Mr. Warrington?"

"No, my dear fellow--one's enough," says Jack.

"Very good, my dear fellow," says my lord; "and now we will settle the
other wager."

Having already arrayed himself in his best silk stockings, black
satin-net breeches, and neatest pumps, Harry did not care to take off
his shoes as his antagonist had done, whose heavy riding-boots and spurs
were, to be sure, little calculated for leaping. They had before them
a fine even green turf of some thirty yards in length, enough for a run
and enough for a jump. A gravel walk ran around this green, beyond which
was a wall and gate-sign--a field azure, bearing the Hanoverian White
Horse rampant between two skittles proper, and for motto the name of the
landlord and of the animal depicted.

My lord's friend laid a handkerchief on the ground as the mark whence
the leapers were to take their jump, and Mr. Wolfe stood at the other
end of the grass-plat to note the spot where each came