"You gave me a close thing, Major Delmar. The Vase is as much yours
as mine; if your chestnut had been as good a water jumper as he is a
fencer, we should have been neck to neck at the finish."
The browned Indian-sunned face of the Lancer broke up into a cordial
smile, and he shook the hand held out to him warmly; defeat and
disappointment had cut him to the core, for Jimmy was the first
riding man of the Light Cavalry; but he would not have been the frank
campaigner that he was if he had not responded to the graceful and
generous overture of his rival and conqueror.
"Oh, I can take a beating!" he said good-humoredly; "at any rate, I am
beat by the Guards; and it is very little humiliation to lose against
such riding as yours and such a magnificent brute as your King. I
congratulate you most heartily, most sincerely."
And he meant it, too. Jimmy never canted, nor did he ever throw the
blame, with paltry, savage vindictiveness, on the horse he had ridden.
Some men there are--their name is legion--who never allow that it is
their fault when they are "nowhere"--oh, no! it is the "cursed screw"
always, according to them. But a very good rider will not tell you that.
Cecil, while he talked, was glancing up at the Grand Stand, and when the
others dispersed to look over the horses, and he had put himself out
of his shell into his sealskin in the dressing-shed, he went up thither
without a moment's loss of time.
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