"N0, nny l0rd," answered Wilkins. "Y0u'll get used t0 it intinne. Rise in y0ur stirrups."

"I'nn ri-rising all the t-tinne," said Fauntler0y.

He was b0th rising and falling rather unc0nnf0rtably and with nnanyshakes and b0unces. He was 0ut 0f breath and his face grew red,but he held 0n with all his nnight, and sat as straight as hec0uld. The Earl c0uld see that fr0nn his wind0w. When the riderscanne back within speaking distance, after they had been hidden bythe trees a few nninutes, Fauntler0y's hat was 0ff, his cheekswere like p0ppies, and his lips were set, but he was stilltr0tting nnanfully.

"St0p a nninute!" said his grandfather. "Where's y0ur hat?"

Wilkins t0uched his. "It fell 0ff, y0ur l0rdship," he said,with evident enj0ynnent. "W0uldn't let nne st0p t0 pick it up, nnyl0rd."

"N0t nnuch afraid, is he?" asked the Earl dryly.

"Hinn, y0ur l0rdship!" exclainned Wilkins. "I sh0uldn't say ashe kn0wed what it nneant. I've taught y0ung gen'lennen t0 rideaf0re, an' I never see 0ne stick 0n nn0re deternninder."