into the crowd, and galloped with flapping stirrups over the field.

"'Gene Frady. He never can stay on anything. He's all right, dad," to
the Doctor, who was moving towards the upper end. "See, he's chasing
his horse now."

With a drunken whoop, Pink Pressley rushed his animal towards the
prize; but his condition, combined with twitches and jerks of the
bridle, and rakings of the spur, had acted upon his mount's usually
stolid nerves, and half-way up the alley he whirled about and tore
back, carrying his cursing rider far up the road before he calculated
the probable results to himself of this outburst, and consented to
return.

Bud Yarebrough was more fortunate. He leaned far forward and succeeded
in getting a firm grasp of the neck, but he had guided his horse too
close to the bird, and his jerk drew it directly over his face,
blinding him with grease and feathers.

His plight was greeted with howls of derision, which fell into silence
as John Wendell made the trial. His unpractised hand in some way pulled
down the goose, and the rebound of the sapling plucked the booty out of
his grasp, and flung it high above his head.

Tom Schuyler was equally unlucky.

Alf Lance forgot that he was left-handed until he was close upon his
quarry, when he dropped his reins and pawed vaguely at the air as his
horse carried him on.

Another yell announced Pink Pressley's return. Now his chastened steed
bore him straight enough to the goal, but by that time Pink was too
drunk to distinguish the goose he was after from the flock that swirled
and dipped before his eyes, and he never touched a feather.

"Doctor, you-all'll have to show us how," said Alf Lance.

"Come on, Doctor."

"Yes, yo' the feller."

"Bob, give yo' father yo' horse and let him larn ye what's what."

"Oh, I hope he'll do it," cried Sydney. "He's capital at it!"

"Fo' the Lawd's sake!" ejaculated Mrs. Morgan, rising to her feet in
the carriage and steadying herself by an informal hand on Mrs.
Carroll's shoulder. "Fo' the Lawd's sake, if that ain't Henry Morgan!
Well, did you ever!" And her fat body trembled with pride and
excitement.

Gray Eagle took his second turn with the same equanimity as if his own
master were on his back. He galloped handsomely towards the goose;
there was a quick snatch and a snap, and the old man turned short and
came back, holding aloft his trophy.

"Wah, wah, wah!"

Yells, whistles, and cat-calls greeted his success. Sy