neral shout of
"Favorite!" His beauty told on the populace, and even somewhat on the
professionals, though his legs kept a strong business prejudice against
the working powers of "the Guards' Crack." The ladies began to lay
dozens in gloves on him; not altogether for his points, which, perhaps,
they hardly appreciated, but for his owner and rider, who, in the
scarlet and gold, with the white sash across his chest, and a look of
serene indifference on his face, they considered the handsomest man in
the field. The Household is usually safe to win the suffrages of the
sex.

In the throng on the course Rake instantly bonneted an audacious dealer
who had ventured to consider that Forest King was "light and curby
in the 'ock." "You're a wise 'un, you are!" retorted the wrathful and
ever-eloquent Rake; "there's more strength in his clean flat legs, bless
him! than in all the round, thick, mill-posts of your halfbreds, that
have no more tendon than a bit of wood, and are just as flabby as a
sponge!" Which hit the dealer home just as his hat was hit over his
eyes; Rake's arguments being unquestionable in their force.

The thoroughbreds pulled and fretted and swerved in their impatience;
one or two overcontumacious bolted incontinently, others put their heads
between their knees in the endeavor to draw their riders over their
withers; Wild Geranium reared straight upright, fidgeted all over with
longing to be off, passaged with the prettiest, wickedest grace in the
world, and would have given the world to neigh if she had dared, but
she knew it would be very bad style, so, like an aristocrat as she was,
restrained herself; Bay Regent almost sawed Jimmy Delmar's arms off,
looking like a Titan Bucephalus; while Forest King, with his nostrils
dilated till the scarlet tinge on them glowed in the sun, his muscles
quivering with excitement as intense as the little Irish mare's, and all
his Eastern and English blood on fire for the fray, stood steady as a
statue for all that, under the curb of a hand light as a woman's, but
firm as iron to control, and used to guide him by the slightest touch.

All eyes were on that throng of the first mounts in the Service;
brilliant glances by the hundred gleamed down behind hothouse bouquets
of their chosen color, eager ones by the thousand stared thirstily
from the crowded course, the roar of the Ring subsided for a second,
a breathless attention and suspense succeeded it; the Guardsmen sat on
th